we sat with our feet facing the water

our shoulders just barely touching

we traded soft spoken poetry 

over radio static 

the beach was still 

and summer was ending 

we struck up fist fulls of white dust 

making patterns from nothing 

grasping at pebbles and shells 

in hopes of eventually touching  

we dipped our toes into the water 

wet sand stuck to your legs like glue 

the night we met i envied the sand 

if only i could be that close to you