there are so many things i should be doing
that i’m not
and i hate myself for it.
Your body rushes to meet me,
Embraces me beautifully on the beach.
Suddenly I am the sweet sand
Your tide has been waiting for.
We collapse and roll like waves,
Our hands crisscross in shell patterns.
We have made the sea jealous
And the tide begins to change.
Soon your love begins to flood,
The beaches are starting to drown.
I no longer hear the ocean,
My ears sense only rushing blood.