Between the Sun and the Snail Slime

Between the sun and the snail slime your Laugh ran like a child down the beach On my toes were flecks of sand and crab bone Glistening like happy death and winking Their light of constant longing When the tide slid up behind us I felt the answer to your perfect caring The slippery chill pressing me to decide If we were the light or the snail slime The beginning or the end.