I spun the night,
the night spun me.
We danced, drawn out by
star and sea.

Your voice, my ear,
our tangled hair,
we tasted secrets,
thick salt air.

You traced the distance,
used my hand,
Our outlines,
angels in the sand.

We drank the moonlight,
took our fill.
I shook.
“You’re cold…”
There was no chill.

You took my waist,
a hand you gave,
and we danced right into the
black-foam waves.

So deep we did waltz,
so steady and slow,
so hard the waves pulsed,
but you did not let go.

And oh! how we danced,
uplifted and free,
on that night you took me
out to sea.