———-
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.