By the Shore

When I close my eyes,

I see waves.

I feel your lips—

the waves are salty,

your lips so sweet.

You’re pouring over

and into me,

leaving no salty marks

and untangling hands

as if nothing ever happened.

Yet a grain of sand,

ever so small,

will tell the truth

once and for all

about our time so short—

our time by the shore.