melting
yet it was the way
her shoes held her feet
that walked up to me
into me
over me
as if i were a black sand beach
& she, a ceaseless tide
wearing me into the Nothingness
that stepped to the drumming of our hearts
a silent dance on an empty floor
that held us like shipwrecked strangers
crawling through the surf & sand
of an island rising from nowhere
& it was the way
the sand held her feet (fleetingly)—
the imprints temporal & melting
like me into her, into us
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