Slipping and sliding, grabbing at the sand.
Keeping what grains you can, close.
Keeping grains in your pockets and tasting the
fun within the tiniest bit of prizes.
Dancing on the sand.
Allowing it to feel your skin.
Sandy banks and paradises.
Using the sand, those moments, to warm us.
Holding onto the time.
Tiny grains of minutes and dislocated embraces.
Something like wonderland.
A sand castle of grasps.
Holding onto the grains so tightly.
I'm holding on to you so tightly.