High tide

Sea funnels tidalover breakwatermoss green likeundulating hillsideNo beach, just slabof sand shingle bittersweet hugging cliffin effort to exist.Horizon spreads out ablanket of movementsends waves of nauseasleep I could sleepin this deep rotting gracelet fish nibble my feetsimply slip away, hairtangled weave, watermy last true lover.