Swimming

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

Your body is the shoreline

Sometimes I am the sea

Clinging almost 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.