Overlap

by Ginny Mahar

The tide retreats,
And sandbar turns to shoal;
A sandy belly rising from the waters,
Dun-colored, sun-warmed, and round.

Lay me down Here.
Bed down with me and cover my face with your hands
Your breath in my ear
The salt from your mouth
The heat around your bones
The pulse in your neck filling the spaces in mine.

Share with me this liquid dream,
And press your hand into mine as the brine closes in.

For every moment the sea becomes new
And to this fleeting oasis we may never return.

Ginny Mahar is happily marooned on the shores of Southeast Alaska, where she fantasizes about her and her husband, Noah, being transformed into Sitka Black-Tailed Deer. ginnymahar@hotmail.com