Driftwood white

Remember when we’d go swimming
in the salty, deep blue sea
the white, white sand on either hand
the weightless, wondrous whirl
the burning sun above us
the fishes flash below
the waves that roll, the rippling rush
the feel of lost control
Remember the taste of sea salt
in the dry cracks in our lips
how pale appeared our arms and legs
to our underwater eyes
the blue so blue, the sky’s so high
the roar beneath the waves
the rawness of the elements
the softness of the breeze
Remember how blue your lips looked
After hours in the sea
Your hair and limbs washed driftwood white
As your small hands cling to me
And hungry as a beach crab
And tired as the night
We stagger home like hermit crabs
Who limp towards the light