Tabaha

That place
where an infinity of water
      somehow finds the land
where even silence grows
      to seem epic and grand
where questing tidal tendrils
      quench the thirsty sand
where rational either/or
      yields to the magick of both/and
where skin flushes and heart races
      at the mere brush of a hand
is Tabaha

Bodies liquid but insistent
reach eagerly for shores
which feign disinterest
but quietly whisper wishes for more
The advance and retreat are
choreographed as a dance
but the intimacy of these
liaisons can still surprise
and entrance
as elemental forces
briefly lost in mutual embrace
entwine and envelop in this
in-between place

The feeling
of perpetual promise extending
      impossibly like forever
of boundaries transgressed
      and illusions surrendered
of freshly discovered familiarity,
      home never before entered
of amorous amazement at
      the tendernesses tendered
of delicious awareness
      every second we're together
is Tabaha

Persistent currents like pride
make bodies boundless and brave
as exposed expanses invite
licentious and lingering waves
to search below the surface and taste
the secrets of smallest caves
Reluctantly the rhythm builds
toward the little death of transformation
too vital for the grave
Tentative touches grow torrid, fluid
and alive, explosive with energy
impossible to save
and improbable attraction refracts, becoming
the consummation craved

This moment
when the diligence of difference submits
        to shared reality of desire
when sea and coast covertly meet
      to commune and inspire
when stolen glances grow lustful and linger
      erasing everything prior
when undefinable dreams provide all the joys
      one heart could ever require
when the inevitable becomes the insatiable
      and consumes like wildfire
is Tabaha.