To swim together

There is a picture cast in sand on the carpet under my desk
It shows my feet outlined,
Their tombs from which they were removed sit dirty to the side

Last warn to a beach were we swam in the swell of the northern sea
Where clouds heavy with stone grey bottoms queued to the horizon, mirrored by the rolls in the belly of an un-tamable friend

Your shoulder length hair obscures your face, limp with salt of sea-air, manipulated by northerly winds that raise goose bumps and nipples on our bodies.

We swim out and loose each other in the turn of the waters top
Moments alone, only feet away

The sea holds us close but its dominance forces severance
We come together; limbs tangle.

First I think that we will pull each other down

Now alone, the grit between my toes connects like the embrace of our bodies
Knowing the sand will one-day run thin, I will not clean my shoes