Holding Hands

Love me for the tide
moving in my heart.
I flow
from imaginal embraces.
Shells becoming sand,
the winter white of shore,
where poems are found
along the edges of nets
cast out for words.
Love me,
wing and sail,
be in every chamber
of my heart.
I live at tide break
where living is,
sky, earth and water,
embraced by a voyage
to which we give ourselves,
the longest reach of love,
together.