Curled, like ammonites, together,
Like orphaned siblings tangled.
You are friend, lover, child, brother to me.
The whole of life’s love, in all its myriad shapes.
Through the fog of my childhood passed,
We two, wave-tumbled pebbles,
Washed up together side by side upon
This foreign shore of later years.
These days of wonder, sea-glass misty,
Edges rubbed and softened with time.
I see you as you were,
Though worldly-wise to rosy-tinted hues,
And as you are, sand-blown,
Of perfect imperfections.
I scoop you up, my beach-combed treasure,
My secret, holding you close,
And, happy as a mudlark,
Head for that safe place I know now