Water

p u l s e s diastolic systolic fluid rhythm tides e l a s t i c memories water and salt mix on the edge of ebb plovers chasing stretchy waves tight-fisted oysters hoarding pearls winds blowing our laughter this way that way two kites flirtin’ in a sea of clouds silver-tongues with spindrift speech exhale sea songs a t-h-r-u-m in seashell ears I watch riptides inhale my pebbles from the shore… nothing long-lost leaves nothing longed for cyan dancers grow wild and white maned their crimes their confessions s w a s h across expanse of sands surging I recall our cupid kites tUmBLinG in the flow wet sands now a rosy twilight mirror ancient temple of sages pensive confessors with silence-filled voices just beyond and amid the t h r o b s . . .