The desert and the river - part III: The Tide and the Sand

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And now and now he grows tired. And now, and now he reaches out like an exhausted man reaching out to grab the edge before he loses his grip altogether. The lull after the storm; the tide as it recedes; the waves as they go farther and farther, deeper into the ocean; but he turns back a little each time - just to get the sweet taste of each grain of her.

He drives her crazy by the depth to which he goes. The vulnerable sand: she can hardly withstand him! And now she starts to beckon him, hoping it isn't too late. A part of her goes with him in a swirling frenzy but she knows she can't stop him.

The lull before the storm; she settles to the bottom, amid the shells and crustaceans that offer little comfort, and waits. And now and now she waits.

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