I’ve gotten tousled and tangled with you,

As seaweed on driftwood,

A messy, inappropriate, unbecoming scene to most,

But common here along the coast,

Where the rocky shore touches the forlorn and boisterous waves.

And to a languid, yearning eye

That seeks some comforting pleasure,

I find this piece of time with you

To be a work of art,

A treasure whose mysterious crafter

Has abandoned it here,

And time and tides and sea and waves 

Have erased his footprints, 

Making it clear

That innocence is found

Only where unstructured thought

And love abound,

And perhaps on lonesome, windswept beaches

Where only fleeting moonbeams can reach us,

Hidden together within this,

The oldest , most sacred artform known to mankind.

-jenn