there is a deep still silence
a trench dug between my ribs
where water collects
and willows and wild grasses take root
and the only thing that dares
to break the static calm
is the swishing of sand
in my glass heart.

she said: 'i'll take you
to the ocean -
you'll hear the waves
and we'll dance in the tide
and you'll be here.
you'll taste the salt on my lips
and you'll be here again
with me.