I'm sleep-ee.

[pingly]

Feet slip around each other
in the soft soft sand.
Toes mingle and
legs tremor.

These granules rough,
abrasive
chatter about
all the dirty
baubles.

Awash in
each other.
We prop and
crumble.

Take the sand
softly with you.
Please.

Comments

[anonymous]

Naaaaaaaaaaaaathan's a Poooooooooooooet. You know who else is a poet? Mrs. Chapman.