Sand-Crabs

sand-crabs cluster

around us, whisper

their delight

only the most

caustic of solvents

could pry our

bodies apart

limbs fused

by sun, sand, sex,

salt sea air as much

a part of our

passion as fingers,

tongues

and, all

around us,

the hiss of approval

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Freshwater Literary Journal, Boundless, and Blue As an Orange, among others.