You’re the moon

Who pushes

And pulls my tides

I’m the earth

(as you say)

Where you revolve.

Gravity.

Gravity.

Stay close.

Closer.

Let your light

Spread the waters

Shimmer like crystals

Make this body

Of water come alive!

Closer.

Gravity.

Gravity.

Round, bold and heavy

You form

Above me

Lurking from the dark beyond

You form

Full, illuminating

Fall into me

Crash my waters

Splash!

Splash!

Gravity.

But gravity.

Break the serenity

Of my nights

Break

The built places.

Shake my continents

My sea floor.

Closer.

Keep pushing

Pull

Push

Rhythm of the waves

Crashes the shores

The voices of my waters

Rumble beneath

The shimmering surface.

Fall into me

Stronger tides

Higher waves

Louder crashes

You’re the moon

Hold your place.

No,

Closer.

Fall into me.

Gravity.

From across

the white tables

I memorize

your face

the corners

and curves.

Right through

the waves of sounds

I battle with concentration.

Aroma of Jasmine tea.

A name being called.

Focus.

Behind you

rectangular rays of

soft sunshine

slips from

the fingers of the windows.

Your face.

The highlight of my day

brighter

than the white walls

the white chairs 

the white tables.

“What’s the password?”

A few songs more

we would be home

with the sun

a little lower

we would be home

a bit glances more

home.

Last sip.