sand falls from me
staring at an hourglass
that seems to last forever
I am cold and only grit sustains me
but time can heal some wounds
and ticking forward I am free
turned
I run my warm hands
from your waist to your hips
and lying down
we've no idea what time has spilled
you have shown me an hourglass
where sands are soft and beckoning
where time takes on new meaning
filled with promise, not a sentence