What do you have to say for this love we built like sand castles
For the way you let my legs drape over your shoulders so that I could use our combined height
To create our dream house
For the way you stood on your tip toes and stretched your arms longer than I have ever witnessed
To build our dream house
For all of the wind and the weather and the waves we ignored to keep building and building, building
To create our dream house
What do you have to say for the fact that we chose a beach and we chose sand
To build our dream house
What do you have to say for the fact that we chose the water but we live in Michigan where it’s cold
What do you have to say for the fact that we took our separate dreams and amputated them from our bodies
To birth our dream house
What do you have to say for the fact that we let these limbs wash away
To create this dream house
What do you have to say- what do you think- what do you think about the separate realities we have attempted to merge
What do you have to say for the fact that I was building a sandy ranch on the beach and you wanted floors, and floors, you wanted a palace
What do you think about the fact that we were both working on the same house but a different dream
What do you have to say about the names I wrote in the sand, how I perfectly merged our names
How nothing ever really stays
in sand- it either blows away, or is crushed, or washes away
What do you have to say. What do you think about the fact that we have not washed away
But the floors of this dream house keep collapsing
Each gust of wind is like a spell against us
To build this dream house
What do you have to say of all the sand covered spells we cast on each other with eyes and tongues
What do you have to say of all the sand covered love we have shared in the sun
When the winter we live in has crept up slowly on our backs
And the tingle on my spine has a name written in the sand but it washed away with ours
And what do you have to say. What do you have to dream about anymore?
Now that the water has come and gone are the walls and the floors and every imaginary door
Of our dream house