Waters edge by Terry Cummings

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Waters edge
I am sand
You give me the sense as to what is beyond
You make the vast
Seem real
You let me comprehend
in gentle touch
My place

I am confronted
With delicacy and tolerance

Which draws me
And pushes me

I shift and we interweave
And in your change

I bow to your touch

I lay reaching for you

To feel you on my fingers