I am,
static bring me back the stone
bring back us the grave.
I am,
weathered and the stones
surface is covered in moss.
slipping my sleeping head beneath
slippery stone.
dead particles clinging to static.
I am,
shadows over your mouth
full feeling of weight and listless
ness lifting you to meet the sun.
I am
sound and soft waters
crisp undulating waves
polish my face.
my teeth are sharp and white.
I focus on the notions of 'stone'.