a heart in the two-step tide

you move into love you move out of love how could you not?, you're an ocean a choreographed dance of the moon swimming in me isn't a promise, a destination, it's not a guarantee it's the voyage, gorgeous it's letting the salt water lift your back, the sun bake your belly, it's ending up somewhere far-off course watching your star-chart drift off in the tide we know the clichés: not fast, but far not means-to-end but you don't have to think of it or even name it or box it you just have to feel it rock with me like a ship-side two-stepping the atlantic current drift to sleep as the cormorants circle like a mobile in a crib let's lap a shore let's spend lazy years on our backs lacing ourselves around this planet of ours surrendering to the pull the inconceivable expanse of it all