our smiles
ascend and descend
amid the glow
Pull of the tides—
we draw closer
yet distance
remains
No words spoken
not even a gesture—
a deep lingering look
A quiet pull—
unspoken
between the shores
No apology
for what I feel
No regret
for what you feel
What if the fingers
never typed—
the mind wonders
What if the fingers
never touch—
it wonders again
The tides in my mind
slowly subside—
the full moon
looks on
as you sleep