the shoreline bends long, like our moon’s rim
shining light down on this open cove
and through the night, hope stays bright
i keep watch and count hanging stars
and when you come into view, you’re gravity
you’re the pulling tide in the night of the full moon’s mirror
and when you rush over, you’re the fastest flow
and we swim, we swim, we swim
and we keep going, cause the drift’s not stopping
there’s no slowing down, or we’ll drown by the drag
but we don’t hold back because we don’t need that
and the sand’s in your hand above me
the wave has reached, it’s a cold plaid sheet
and our tangled toes try and feel it’s need
as we awake from how we were made
all that was raised and grazed in good faith
at last, we pause when your flood turns ebb
and i crash into you like i’m pulled to do
and when we lie still, i start to feel
the cove’s current and those fleeting forces
the seabed lay exposed, like naked bodies
rolling over to find the cold waves
because the moon and sun are not aligned
tonight, i lost count for a while