My words break, like waves on rocks
Worn like sea stones
Blank as your eyes,
Smooth like frosted glass.
I am parched,
Surrounded by the sea
The sound of surf is the sound
of my pulse in my quiet ears.
I stand in the sun and shiver
The salt on my lips the only taste.
Though I stand in the sand with you by my side,
I am marooned.
Eliza Keller 
wonderful imagery! a powerful sense of alienation, even in the presence of another. Great poem.
Marooned… I have felt like this.
You paint such a vivid picture – beautifully crafted piece of poetry
fantastic.Every word uttered by the Feminine should sound like this- your every word becomes a Woman.
The marooned feeling comes through effortlessly to the reader. Good job.