Song of the Shore to the Sea

It's never enough being one. Why do I hope to contain you: always undoing and undone; every place you touch me changes shape. It's not my way to just lie down; to sink, effaced and full. If you swallow me, you're drained, and half of us is gone. Desire's fulfillment is two, not one, or our tidal meetings are through. So hurl your wet force forward, sea, take me wave by wave. Pearl maker, pull me deep; our one's a need, a momentary bliss. What I erect, you spill— castles, boulders, cliffs. My love's endurance grain by grain; your adoration's rain. Touch my bones, my canyon's carved evidence. Even the moon who moves you is stone.