so-so shore

Dance

with me, darling

on the sun-bleached sand of so-so shore.

And if the feeling leaves you too scared to move,

let me lead, darling.

For the ocean and moon were the first scholars of love,

yet knew nothing of subservience.

The tides would whisper stories into our ancestors ears-

Not of power, but of trust.

And if you should go before the first light of morning

leave nothing but footprints,

darling.

So if you should find yourself lost,

you need only turn around to find me

on the sun-bleached sand of so-so shore.

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