writeletterstoyou:

Dear You,

Do you want to walk
or swim in the ocean?
Perhaps we could wade past
our knees to a river without an end.

We worried about
finding a beach to make ours
but I pulled you to a
clear reflective pool of
underwater stars and clouds of dust-

our legs gravitated
to a sandbox where
we let the dust skin our toes
and become our bodies.

We are dust.

-Me