I stroll alone and sand tickle my feet,
The beads bring back the bliss I lost to feel,
The brine seeps in my airless lungs,
While moon smiles down from where it hung.
Nearer the shore I took a step closer,
Soft touch of waves glisten my skin brighter,
Peeling the years off love and suffer,
Wrap of your arms I would not hunger.
As I walk deeper in cold water,
My feet up to my thigh,
And hips up to my spine,
The dark and chill of now only mattered.
If I’d have to stroke a hand
And feel the lone sea bed—
Should it wash away remains of your embrace,
Deepest of salt I’d drown myself meeting with innocence.