Beaches

I dream of shadows and driftwood
and you

your words
are water
brine on my lips
in this salt soaked night

rinse my inadequacy
take it out
with the tide
and I'll wade in the shallows
of your austerity
my search for
poetry in this scape
of semantics
uninterrupted
so that come morning

I will long for the ocean
but won't know why