The Silver Phases of Your Moon

The lulling surge and
pull of your tides
and silver phases of your moon
ignites
the under the skin tingle
that draws me into
your pools of warmth,
and silver caress of your waves.

Immersed, you swirl
and tug me into
the depth of your
undulating sea.
Your body carries me
out of mine,
into the silver of your
tides. Carrying me out, then back,
then out again, then
back to the line
between shore and sea,
that I have become.

Your body that is
the sea
deposits me back to the
beneath the skin tingle,
and silver caress of the moon.

Your tides and moon
leave me spent and content
upon the shore, enfolded
by your pools of warmth,
and
rhythmed to sleep
by the lulling surge
and pull of your tides
and silver phases of your moon.