Sandbox

Here
is my sandbox;
here
I laugh and play
until the mosaic grit of the
salt and pepper grains
coat my body like
animalskin.

If only
I could so wear my joy,
if only
I wasn't such a snake;
in a state of constant
reinvention
as I attempt to navigate
the moody dunes.

And so you'll forgive me, because
I want at once
for you to lie with me and
to nip venemously at your heels.