I am stranded on the shore,
But accompanied by a billion grains of sand.
My lover writes her affections
On the cerulean waves of the ocean.
And when the waves turn in on the gritty brim of my confinement,
Her watery sentiments become a comfort.
Her sodden fingers leave diminutive trails of gritty crumbs all over;
They are the excess poetries discarded from under her sea shell nails.
But a single embrace doesn't quench my soul's dehydration;
Sea water beverages encourage a thirstiness in my conscience.
So I wade towards the dangerous rips of desire
And I swallow the sentiments she left me, in famine.
I drown. Simply. In love.