Limen

   sliding sun

    wavers a path 

across the sea

    which way does the tide pull?

ripples      on wet sand

               slice      

          through your    

       reflection       

shimmer it back      not quite 

            together

foam       

          laces 

                    your ankles     

draws you 

                  towards 

                                the calling waves

I want to fold my hands around you

cradle you in my cupped palms 

past sea holly and marram grass 

to the shelter of the trees 

abide with you on sweet-scented earth

listen

            a dove is calling

‘Limen’ first appeared in The Amethyst Review on 28th March 2020

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