Sand Fleas
My love burrows like sand fleas
Riding the froth at the mouth
Of the churning gulf tide
Digging in and clawing backwards
Or beaching up in the dry sun
Waiting in shallows to be eaten
My love’s bones litter the coastline
Ghost-white and hollow, crumbling
Never containing much of a life at all
Something easy to crush underfoot
Something that bites back but
It doesn’t hurt much or last long
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WOW, your last stanza!