Pulsing Tide by Scott Thomas Outlar

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Bob McCranie

Three birds triangulate the sky
as the sun
shines
a perfect
circle
through the
center

I am made whole
in this moment
and the next

by the warmth
of your breath
on my neck

One sigh annihilates all stress
as the moon
blinks
its tired
eyes
for the
night

I am adrift
on a raft
out at sea

and your lips
form the waves
underneath

Seven tress bow their branches overhead
as their leaves
fall
calling toward
autumn
for another
cycle

I am buried
beneath the blankets
of your calm

within a shelter
that gently whispers
where I belong