luna-tix and sons of beaches

you are the moon
pitted & often
draped in the shadow
of other heavenly bodies,
reflecting only what has
been cast upon you

but when you walk into
the room, all the water
in my body pulls at once,
great surging tides, and i
want to break frothily upon
the shores, around your
ankles, climbing higher,
as you wade into me.

put a seashell to your
ear, hear me breath
"i love you."