Our passion was as certain as the tides,
And your desire was the current
Pulling me down onto the bed.
And we were submerged in a sea of bedcovers.
In the caverns of the duvet
Below a sky of soft, white sheets,
Your whispers were like the hush of the ocean,
And we were there again . . .
Tumbling together down
The burning dunes.
Making angels in the sand;
To let it run through your fingers
As if every grain mattered.
Thousands of pale, salty horses
Stampeded towards the shore.
Knowing they would be blown apart
Like silver bombs
Before they ever reached it.
Their blood crashed against our feet.
And we left our mark on eternity
As our footprints dissolved into the sand.
