The Starfish dreams

Ebb’s exposures languish

in saline dreams, heavy with air,

and the screeching lullaby of gulls.

Wash away the dance of time

you laundering tide

in the rippled passion of kisses

that peak to a flood

and flying freedom in a watery sky.

Wash away the dance of time

raptured in the joy of salty baptism,

swallowed in loves engulfing potion

and the thunder of waves.

Wash away the dance of time

in the undulating rhapsody

of after-love

and the silence of dreams.