I have strewn the shore for her
with tangled kelp stitched
with crimson seaweed hair,

scattered wet pebbles
salt grey, crystal, black,
rich umber, ochre, quartz,

heaped up orbs of golden foam
to float like lamps towards her
on the slow flood of the tide,

and my waves, swept skywards,
crest deep lace edges
on purpose to embrace her.

There is nothing else to offer
after this, except perhaps
to return that kiss.


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