Her name is Tide,
she is silver and blue and she clinks
like a glass of champagne
and I drink her and raise myself to the moon.
In the morning,
She is a rustle of warm cloth.
We fold our blanket,
and know the secrets it keeps.
Our Blanket and Bed ebb slowly:
This is not their time.
"Till tonight"
"Till tonight"
and she waves farewell
and I wave.