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| Tides All that I am I lay before you Open and naked. No pretence. Like the shore, I am Lapped by the gentle waves of you Taste the open sand that Is the whole of me, Lick the pebbles and stones amongst Grains of coloured sand, Smell the seaweed and the bones Of invertebrates long dead. Here then, Is the essence of all that I am Yielding, demanding nothing, Not wanting to hold back The tides, the moon, discovery. Sometimes you wash me back to the dunes, Overwhelming, consuming, Throwing grains of me Back into the ocean As you command. I cannot control you, The ocean, I cannot stop what is happening Between us. I despise my compliance, My passivity, My eagerness for you, That I will the moon To drive you here. I am The unwashed shore that remembers that one day I was touched by the sea. I wait only for you to return. |