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