To Love This Mere Girl

I swear she had these dancing eyes

that preyed upon me

every waking moment.

Forever moving

yet trapped

in a cranial prison.

She lived in a house made of sand

it would vanish in the tide

and reappear at daybreak.

Once she told me

it was dangerous to go alone.

I stepped further into the water

escaping her quivering gaze.

The waves washed over me

my feet succumbed to the sands.

The sinking feeling

the same as hands clasping onto air

a mouth without a tongue to speak.

I awaken

and she tells me again

that my dreams

are just clouds

evaporating into her sea.