• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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The Gentle Approach

Swell of surf, veil of brine, along
sand sodden with your passage,

you rise. Unfolding in hems
of gossamer, your lace emerges

from aqua tides, where foam
and froth flow in slips of chiffon.

How tenderly you move as you
reach for the one who is patiently

awaiting with arms outstretched
for you.