The precipice of the shore.

His tongue waves
in and out of the
morning shore
of his teeth.
And you would think
he had something to say.
But he doesn’t.
Just breath crashing
against heart beats
and the anxiety
grows
throwing
off the rhythm.
The sand being left
from speckles of lust, love
and lack of understanding
is making this more than dirty.
But one day, that boy
is going to have
something to say
and this odd,
anxious silence
is only the calm
before the storm.