Missed Call (Waiting for the Tide to Come In)

Waiting with welcome
to heed and hold
handsome lips pout out from the wall
In the lull a tethered tongue loops
wagging, lagging,
lolling down the chin
passed the throat, shoulders, ribs,
plunging to the floor
where it coils and rests
halting at the cap of a hollow belly
hugging

anchored and waiting too
for a tide to swaddle its underside
a cradle rocking back and forth
moulding its motion
to the surface flux

Navigate, tread buoyancy
meet it with an ear
Baiting and biding
for something to nudge your foot
in the open wharf, dwarfed
by spaces to search and save
search and save search and save

to open your pocket and sink your teeth
dock and domesticate