I carved you from sand
each grain pressed together by tears
and your blossoms fall like petals

onto my breast, the man you are
love you harder than a shape:

alive, I will make you square
though you have become muffled
surround the surfacing bits with
a voice that is not yours,

if it is in the ocean, if we are,
not much farther to fall,
you will heave as the gravel does

I can build us higher than a castle
and use a stronger material.