Sandbox

he told me he created me when he was eight years old - a light skinned redhead and other distinguishing features which now I can't recall he said he'd like to meet me next lifetime in the sandbox so that he doesn't miss being the love of my life again it's been four years and the crystals of that postulate pour through the hourglass of us sometimes cutting the edges and stinging the eyes at one time, our lot of sand reached so far as to try and touch the edges of infinity as we made love, drunkenly in the black marriage of the sky with the sea he said he could see me then - not like you do with the eyes, but like when you are a spirit in a vessel searching through a world of unfamiliar bodies looking for someone you knew before there we were, in awe of each other with the hourglass suspended long enough to decide that we were going to build and destroy castles here together for at least the next seventy years and when time started up again reality hit like the crashing waves around us, and surrounded us and put our infinite world back into a sandbox, threatening to bury us there the world can play like a storm of waves against the shores of a life eroding what we think is so solid and it sometimes washes over us with a flood that we didn't prepare for and sometimes I'm drowning and alone wondering if this sandbox that we called home reaches far enough to bridge the gulf and the east coast