the grainy sand swallows my toes and
the waves erupt on the shoreline,
and when they collide with stick legs
the ocean murmurs the secrets that
no-one knows, and in
amongst the layers of sand peppered with
abandoned items left behind by
long forgotten tourists,
she says she misses you darling,
oh,
how she misses you.
we rub our hands in desperation by english summer rain


