Leading melody of waves
pulling me to a freshly exposed skin

That brought me here to the sea.
Where else could I think of you?

I want to watch your skin
sting beneath the salted wind.

Let you ache, your dry lips
drinking the earth’s own tears.

Grains of sand veil your skin,
almost rough for me to ever touch you.

I love how the shells aligned
Misguiding me down the shore

towards longing for dolphins
to take me where you won’t.

I love to be buried in sand,
And to let the sand form

the closest to you—as I lie down to rest
Cradling the finest part of you to be my sandcastle.