Gulls kiss the sun
and you walk on the beach
afraid of the tide
from the sea’s warm belly
a lobster crawls to
see if we’ve gone
but mouths still talk
and finding out my lips
I say to you
‘stretch out your arms
like seaweed strangled by the wind’
you answer with silence
out of a seashell
a sandcrab pokes his head
and sniffs the salt wind
now afraid we sit in silence
and watching the sun go down
I ask you your name