I know the fault lines
where this heart breaks easiest;
can chart easily
these movements between us
as if they are rivers,
tides automatic and effortless
and impossible to force
as it would be
to shape dreams into waking forms;
difficult, too, to stop
the spiral we enter
deeply written in our helices
we cannot fight such forces
better to simply spin with them
wherever they carry us
Tagged: currents, Fault (geology), love, poetry, tides
