You are the sand I long to sink into, run my fingers across.
I catch pieces of you underneath the nail.
Your rim, moving against me,
For only a moment,
Brief, but notable.
You submerge slowly amongst this coral landmass.
And become lost in the current,
That brushes against our skin,
To which is quickly eaten quickly by the sea birds,
That cry out in nursery rhymes.
Broken down and down again
I can only crumble upon your epiclastic hands that watch intently,
As I fall through an index and a ring finger.
Cross bedded among similar grains.
I become one with you,