The Estuary

July 13, 2025We kiss at the boundary.Your taste is saline but pleasantMy breath is fresh like winter’s morning.We touch tenderly at first,My soft streams reaching out to caress your cheek,And your tide erodes me slowly,As we spill into each others’ depthsIn a place where only the night sky knows of our meeting.And so it happens.Our storms surge against each otherYour seafoam meeting my twilight mistUndoing each other in waves —Shattering skyward where the birds dare not flyBut at our most vulnerable, we dance like gentle ripples.And as the sun rises, we settle into calmAs the light casts on us a rich glimmerThat even the sun itself dare not look directly.But as our lips part at this boundary,And we fall out of our embrace,We knowThat ours was a love that stirs the tideBut can never bridge what salt and silt divide.