I woke up.
 I was on a beach,
 it didn't remind me
 of sand,
 a trace film over me
 and I was kissed.
 ______

I loved, and I knew
 perfection is mine;
 if only for a month,
 a film of his breath
 will know a private place;
 again,
 no feelings a wall
 and I lie
 and I can remember
 nothing as grit is a feel.
 ______

I like sounds
 they hear guilt I know,
 feelings I used and killed;
 they like to not stop,
 as i am but a hardened
 pebble, I'm sorry god;
 ______

a beach, it is an end
 as land says a name,
 I feel a pull,
 it sees I am not good;
 maybe he'll love me,
 if I do what he says.
 ______

I brush off,
 and someday
 he will help me pack up lunch;
 maybe I won't cry,
 as a film hits shower floor;
 perhaps happy,
 as a filth begot
 to forest green,
 a cycle

I felt kiss me