Swimming

Your body is the shoreline Sometimes I am the sea Clinging desperately Feeling all the contours Ebbing away Pulled by the tides The moon And digital clocks Sensitive to nothing Your body is the shoreline Sometimes I am the sea Clinging almost desperately Feeling all the contours Ebbing away Pulled by the tides The moon And digital clocks Sensitive to nothing Parting hours Time falls through our fingers Like sand.