Shy Shore awaits the Tides 
Embracing them when they come by
Cuddling it hard before letting go
Anticipation added as another woe.

Moon hauls the tides,
hearing those wailings
So Shore could enfold them a little longer happily and squealing

But as they say, there’s always two sides of a story
Nobody sees the rigorous effort the Tides carry

Throbing through their own pressure
Brawls with Rocks for fleeting pleasure
Reaches shore with a fervent need
Making erotic love before it recedes

Leaves silently with an unsaid promise
To rejoin soon when the time is cosmic
The curse is lifted only for an instant
But it reassures- the absence of one is an indication of other to be non-existent