The tide turns twice, then turns again. Cancer's moon-children watch from houses with all their windows opened wide, wanting to be touched by everything.
Endless naked moonlight swims in the green sensational sea.
Throbbing with the wave-beat.
Laughing the lunar laugh, sobbing in the dark when the moon shrinks.
Pearl is white, onyx black. Both are smooth, and in Cancer's feeling hands, they come alive.