that even symbiosis is Greek for telling
of two very different livings
but in such close company,
and such sweet intimate dependencies
it is yearning whispered by winds, that moves the sea
into waves like heartbeat
to let the seaweed underneath
dance in a choreography, like memory
of longing, between distances of shores
of growth, and complementary
to intertwine romantically like reefs
that but stubbornly remain to grow individually
in depths of blue
