why fear the exhaustion of love?
in saying it will never finish
but the words like rain on sea
will swell and replenish

why fear the exuberance of desire?
it will not drown nor overwhelm
but like the rising tide in the distance
carry you like a floating feather,
cradled in its froth
or break, as you wait,
in a gentle kissing of your feet

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