For A Girl

FOR A GIRL

you sit like a widow upon the naked beach -
castles of sand run through your hands -
as if hungry
  for time.

here upon the sea we remain
  victims of hypocrisy.

(i will die for your sins if you will die for mine)

and this is how we fade
into galactic dreams -

how the pain subsides into
  your ever so
    ever so eyes.