A fist full of sand
Soggy, foaming from the cold sea
And glass and shells like deposits of gemstones
I sculpt something like a home

The salty air whistles and bellow
The sun solidifies
The moon reveals the llulabys
Cooing in nothingness

The tide remolds, reshapes
I put my body between my home and the sea
I dig a trench, I fortify
Yet the water is frigid

My home erodes

And so it goes
I push sand only for
The tide to take the gems away
But one day

The sea left a gift
In its foam

Who are you
I almost kept the door firmly shut
And I kept it barely ajar
And you barged through the open window

Ha, so clever

Who are you
My love?
I ask this because I recognize who I am

The degradation fled
When you kissed my knuckles
And now I dream

Of your return

A hazy spring nap
The golden sunlight filtering
The dried herbs burning

My eyes heavy
Breathing slow like molasses
Dashes of honey green

A stupor taking hold over me
A stillness that buffers
The cruelty of the outside

people come in and out
of my life

like a shower of sparks

what is erased?

what leaves a brilliant streak?

forever