Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand
the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing
knowing you're envious of their dance partner.
The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries
the whorls across the sky, creating
patterns against the azure landscape.
Five billion, ten billion, impossible to count
each grain of sand on the blushing skin of this beach.
Sometimes it's good to be one, immersed
in a crowd of many.
The closeness of each body, the
warmth emmitted gives off some sort of
comfort, a maternal feeling
and you're safe.
A companion is all you need, you think,
as you glance languishly at the
frolicking pebbles, tangoing in the
sunset breeze of the dusk.