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As the tide.

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How does one covet the ocean,
   When so many depend on it?
How should one steal away the moon,
   When it gives light to the darkest of bits?
 What is a tulip to a field of gold,
      A fir to a forest of oaks;
When will thine hand reach mine,
So we can caress the starlit shores?

     an ache, a gentle tremor
of ghost sinew long
 forgotten; a shiver-- you
     are the whisper of leaves
   and pencil lining of the sky, you
 are the secret written in the binding
of the forbidden, the skip
            in my breath

O forbidden feeling, whence you came
 I know not when you intruded
But surely, it could not be in vain
     to love another so wholeheartedly.
 And in return, he gathered my love:
           Nay, I went willingly -
The unknowing followed by the noticed.
Until the words could not be withheld
And, to be sated, they poured forth
  Entrenching only those that felt them --

     I was the tide.
  if you were the ocean, I
was the tide and I came to you
hungry and wanting and  

I stand now, before you, now,
Bold faced and dripping wet.
A collaboration I am honored to say I did with intricately-ordinary. She has some of the most beautiful and heartfelt writings I have ever read in my life.
Thank you so much for doing this with me, I hope we may work together again!
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