Courtship is pulling with your full-moon heart

to bring out patterns. Patterns dry, crisp tides

that crescent up the beach, past sifted sand,

as sunset comes. When all the shores are dark,

night pulls with courtship’s tides (Love leaves the tides

aside, to push on further up the sand,

to change far pools, to ebb into the heart

of earth and leave it salty, full, and dark).

From Eve