I’m glad I have known you

like this,
your hair curling up
behind the shoreline.

Walking the length
of your limbs
I stretch into the sea,
muscles tensed as hills.

I soften these fingers across buildings
and your skin
as it scatters with the waves

where the sand knows my prints.
It holds my body like birdsong
soft at six in the morning,
the pier dreaming in ships.

I am steeped in you,
as you are in the breath of everyone I know—
on the edge of something,
an almost sentence,
a tiny pebble of a poem

thrown out
into the ocean
and carried back to us one day.

– This poem was published in the 2014 Poetry and Short Fiction Anthology Make Time For Aberystwyth

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