Our broken toes shifting in the dust
Our crusty nails wet with salt water

The seashells echo our silence like
There is a sea somewhere beyond
The way skin touches

Our hair is sweat and spray
It curls in our eyes
And you smile at me

So I step closer on pinprick stones
I take my lips and I slide
Love between your ribs

You hold it there like a wound
And then it drops from your fingers
A stern face pleads for the past
I don’t know what my face does