sea glass 2

i wandered the shore-
line of your mouth
with my hands full of sea glass,
lipped bottles that had touched other lips,
pieces of wrist-wrung melted sand
that had been held in other palms.
the sand had scrubbed me raw
till i turned cloudy and smooth, but
fingerprints are more than just ridges left
on my skin, and somewhere in the folds
are dreams mistaken for memories.
i dream my memories but never remember my dreams.
i feel you as a single grain of sand in my mouth,
but my words are not pearls,
and nobody truly wants bottles
that have already been broken.

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