The Tango Tide

His pull is like a moon,
To a foamy green tide, that is she.

She flows and folds a steady current,
But for his hold, there is no deterrent.

A charge of magnetic force,
Surprises her soft steps padded on sand,
And whisks her off to his sturdy hands.

For if she wanders off too far,
Back in his arms she will find it again.

A tango between moon and tide,
A pair of souls that intertwine.