Nothing But Words From A reclaimed Heart

My fingers were once warm in sand
Tracing words, symbols
The sun made the sand
Warm and dry,
Made it slip through my fingers.
The waves now crash over the sand and my fingers
That saltiness covers my face, blocking out lambent light.
Come love, reach for me
Through the wet, the protector's hand, his
Eyes like afternoon sky.
Draw near, take hold,
Kiss away all rememberance of drowning.

©KKW 1985