are others. Waves lapping on untamed shores;
flotsam, current-guided to unknown bays.
Sands shift, pebbles move; waters are kisses:
dissolving as they ebb, turning sand grains.
Leaves brushed by floated breeze, caress air
and fall, embracing earth and boot, water
darkens and stirs – damp rising from the worm
blends into mist and breath, warm against skin.
New feelings, like children born, grow and die
leaving echoes, and strange resonances
in unexpected places. So to you
I will come, beyond self, sincere in love.
© 2011 Matthew Rhodes