timely timeless you
your arms area vortex
smells like soap and sweat
and black leather seats
when our skin meets
i lose me and you and it and all
as sound as the grave
alive as the skies
i breathe out, breathless
restless content
maybe some days
i squander, wander
but days the hourglass
slips sand through slits
and trickles tickle time
but i’m on my side
your sides are mine
when you’re on my side
sandy swirls tip, are still
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