sunset dance

the sands are grit and muck and forever against you; pushed against the rock dragging breath after ragged breath , refracting hues in your hands. and I'm telling you, I've tried to collect the golden light the endless waveform under your skin, but maddeningly you are infinite under my hands. every time I think I'm holding you you're something else but oh for you I fall into the movement tangling my fingers in your hair seeing your teeth glint in the sun- light and along the horizon you are absolutely everything light projection of infinite space now humanized in the second we have the same laugh