**Tides**

I loved Standing in your moontide,
Drowned or castaway.
I Loved the love Confounded by 
your constantly shifting currents.

Invited by 
your pull,

I Hazarded 
the deeps and shallows
of your impulsive thoughtfulness
your sense and the non.

Repulsed by 
your push.

Pulled apart
by your own forces
you are moondust.
I stand abandoned in your ebbtide.

This is a revised version of This poem Any feedback on perceived improvement (or horrible backsliding as it may be) would be appreciated. Thank you.

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