Cigarettes in the ocean

Smooth smoke over rip current

crash into yesterday

and tomorrow too far back.

Of the tiny creatures squeezing  out of their holes. Moonlight high tide, begging for air. Burning lungs; inhale

                                       Exhale

Sand collapsing the foundation

of the body facing the wrath of waves.

Sand in sedimentary layers

Requires a strong sense of direction

Where we get lost, looking for baby teeth

Dropped by sharks with prey too big, gaping mouths.

Glossy eyes deep in the carved sink.

Sputtering soft sand, silk through fingers.

Caves under the ocean. Built to sustain the weight heavy heads grip tightly and walk.

Soft clouds in the water, rushing with their currents.

Trying not to get the dust in my eyes.

Green and teal ocean.

Stare back and bury me in those waves.

That crashing water.

The sensation of being is too great.

Such small wonders in the deep cut.

The high tide salt, kissing ankles, sinking deeper.

Word doc fourth coming!