“…little ripples,

little moments. waves pressing the shore,

when wind is whispering in knotted

tendrils of my hair.

how sand coalesces in crevices

between toes…”

“there are some life-forces that remain constant:
…
4. the hush waves make on a blustery, cloud-filled morning. when the wind whips sand in my face, and in the crevices of my shorts, and in the stem-hole of an apple stored in my unzipped backpack, and in the cracks in my travel mug full of coffee, and in between where floss reaches my teeth.

5. the way that no snowflake pattern is ever the exact same.

          5a. in this same thinking, how cloud formations are not the same, but their molecules are specifically formed the same way. 

6. my thoughts on you.

Crepitus, (noun; plural) \ˈkrep-ət-əs/ :

1. a grating or crackling sound or sensation. occurs generally when bone rubs against cartilage —

   • sometimes will happen when pieces of bone are fractured | split.

2. also occurs mainly at inopportune times, such as when one is

   • exercising,

   • stretching, or

   • when their mouth/hands/brain is otherwise occupied.

— a brief visitation, to a past poem.

“… i hesitated. hand over the trash can. because that chapstick had touched

my lips. and my lips had touched yours.

though, it was more than just touch. my lips had sought yours: desperate and ripe,

full of want. they had caressed the skin juncture between the valleys

of your clavicle and the tip of your shoulder. my lips had carved

through the shell of your ear. they had brined with the ocean…”

… Salt in your hair / Waves at your feet / Rest of the world: obsolete.