Cove without a word

Her satin gown pools on the tiled floor

a midnight ocean

sprinkled with the stars’ reflection

Dancing rhythmically to the waves’ beat

She is endless as the sea

sewn into her body

teeming with life, discoveries to make,

never alone in her waves

She crashes against the rocks

Her fullness spilling on the shore

The bubbles of foam pop

on the sharp grains

But she is the rhythmic pull

Tugging gently against the land

She is never gone for long, nor is the moon

And I sit reading, feet buried in the sand

She is the open book I know

With pages still unspoken

*This poem was published in the Winter 2026 edition of American High School Poets, Live Poets Society of NJ.