Tantric Departure
(a tandem Haiku poem*)

The ocean heaving
Mistress of the night leaking
Soft, silvery light

It’s blowing, snowing
I hear him knock at the door
The fires are glowing

Hi tide and low tide
For all time, a see saw ride
The ocean is he

At the door he stands
I, in garments sent ahead
Chosen by his hands.

She at eventide
tosses her nightie aside
Insatiable moon

At the pelvic gate
I, the force of his plough take
Rocking it slowly.

* co-written by fellow Medium member, Cyndi Smith