Hourglass

Handled gently not to break me,
Only breaks me in to everything you desire.
Time with you flips me upside down
and everything stands still

sand

slowly

slipping…because your hands are occupied
flipping me…
And time resets.

These are the types of upsets I’m trying to
have,
Where the sand moves too fast and we
have to part ways
but you’ve gotten a good grasp on when to flip me
upside down
right
before
the last grain of sand trickles through…

Restart the trickle…

Now, I have more time with you.

These are the bruises I could get used to.
Tight grip on my hips as

the

sand

slowly

slips

I’m flipped…

These are the moments where my patience is nourished.
Because the sand gets stuck when I
gaze into your honey brown irises.
Sand still stuck
as convos and laughs feel unlimited…