living on the edge

Image via Unsplash.com/Milada Vigerova

walk the line but hold your breath for balance,
here on the edge, only particles survive.

the wind,
relentless;
the sun,
deconstructing;

grinding us down to our smallest common denominator
while we splash, and sleep, and grease away the friction.

it’s easier to see ourselves as sand that way,
return to dust that way.

my juicy thigh,
your ruddy shoulder,
in mere moments we’re the burning glass
that engulfs our plunging toes.

soft and shapeless, waves blur everything into powder.