Angels envy us the waters. The blood's tides
and the wash of senses. The tsunami of passion
that wrecks our shores. These will be our guides:
The star who has a double and looks to fashion
herself like a starfish in the cove. The dolphin
who lifts to gulp the air but takes delight
in the surge of the surf. The gull who skims in
playful waters, another kind of flight.
Cherish spirit, but the body too will teach,
where the watery blood burns like a sun.
Let us dive and be submerged, each
in the other, becoming for a moment one.
Grow wings we must. But grow also fins,
to swim in love's seas, our bright origins.