i dream of love that comes and goes not quite predictably, but reliably. It bathes me in swaths like the sea against a rock, so that life flourishes where it has touched, is given room to do so. i dream of love that doesn’t apologize for being itself: salty, fresh, naked, fluctuating. Love that cleanses and sometimes burns; cycles back to tend to growth. Softens edges, patiently. i dream of love that brings gifts all organic, sometimes edible. Surprises that splash and treats that swim. i want love that swirls sometimes of an independent fury, and calms again. Love that weathers storms and plays with the wind. i dream of waves breaking against my shores. A home within myself that love will visit, every surf a new adventure. i dream of pools where everything blossoms precious, minute. i want a high tide to take my gifts away again. To my love, from my love. i dream of ebb and flow.