This is my new poem called ‘Tides’, I wrote it last week on the toilet.
Hold me like a shell and listen to the waves of my heart.
Hear them crash against your body with the subtlety of a storm.
Erode away the grains of sand left of the passing day.
To night, and the moon and the dreams
we’ll share soon.
Tiptoe on the shores of the edges of my tongue,
scrawl your name into me.
Dip our unstill feet into the depths
of the sea.
Wash away our misgivings and what’s left will remain,
for with each new tide, we will never be the same.