Grains of Sand

You are captivated by the platonic aspect of her beauty, just as you were with the humming bird. You slowly run your hands over the curves of her smooth naked body. As you do, her body turns to sand, a fine sand that seeps down over the bed sheets like the sand in an hour glass. Her feminine curves become the curves of an endless ocean of dunes stretching out to the horizon in every direction. Each grain of sand is a dream she once dreamt, a memory she once had, and emotions she once felt. Grains of sand made from her highest aspirations and her deepest nightmares all animated with the energy of her soul.