To Touch Your Shore by Jeff Fioravanti

To touch your shore,
Your heart,
Your soul,
Reaching like an outstretched hand,
Foam lapping between its fingers,
Playing with strands of seaweed
Like strokes
Through a lover’s hair.
The sea and shore engage,
In some grand game of tag,
Rushing in,
You’re it,
Turns to go,
Only to rush back
With thunderous passions,
That spill upon the earth,
Leaving its reflection
Behind in every puddle,
A not too long-ago kiss
From moistened lips
Still glitters in sun
And sheen of barnacle stubble,
Resistance turns to surrender
And in moments fleeting
You are one.