I sit along the shore.
Cold.
Senseless.
Alone.

I am but a shell,
yet a sun picked me up and listened to the waves thrash inside me.
I’ve been picked up before,
but set down again once my  waves had been heard.
A one time pleasure.
This time I’ve departed             from the shore.

My edges have proven quite sharp,
yet this sun smoothed ‘em out.
I felt a soft touch along my backside as this sun laid me upon new surface.
I’d spent years in the sand.

The waves once deafened me,     yet I hear the cadence of its breaths.
I felt this sun caress me;
turning my unwavering solidity into a waxen effigy.
I’ve sunk myself in beside it.
My sight was buried with me, but this sun’s light has perforated the darkness.

I’m impatient to be able to gaze upon this sun’s rays.
Will they melt my sight away or will they dance in a welcome?
I crave the indulgence of its flames.
Will it set me ablaze or will it evaporate the waves that I’ve stored in my belly?

Will I dissipate in your presence or will I be able to adapt to your heat?