Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea
clinging desperately
feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
pulled by the tides
- the moon
and digital clocks
sensitive to nothing
Parting hours -
time falls through our fingers
like sand.
Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea
clinging desperately
feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
pulled by the tides
- the moon
and digital clocks
sensitive to nothing
Parting hours -
time falls through our fingers
like sand.