vogue dots began and ended there
soft parts in between
their wild time before
and whatever’s after
like the shapes formed by tide
soft scars from the receding
marks in the sand read like love language
when they let themselves unfocus
they began and ended there
inside moments when the dawn hits the fog
where they would walk
wading waist deep in the preglow
in the dark where they would sit still
and listen for the hum of the low C (/sea)