The Crab (or Under The Rug)

Did I see you smile,
under the rug?
Some gentle ripple
a simple stitch in love.
But it's hard, that half-day,
when the most-of-you has gone away.
And you gift me with a shell
and promise you'll be back - some day.
But you can't promise-precise
and we're on that stilted precipice,
just waiting for the wind
and talking slow and low, but!
Look and see, it's also a beach, waiting for the sea
and you, prodigal hermit, return to your shell. Well.