Hour Glassed People of Sand
Taste
Chocolate context
Displaced
Muscle flexed
In the mirror faced
Lost in text
Guiding with haste
Lighting paths
Biting down laughs
Phasing
Everlasting
Electric like tasing
Empty like fasting
Tempting like flesh
Under covers
Wonder and guess
Gentle like lovers
Touch to confess
Their want to discover
A comfort that’s fondest
When with eachother
Mood changes
Dangerous
Complex wiring
On the lip of a kiss
Are high volatages firing
With teeth beneath
Ravenous for throats
Like lions on antelopes
Packs of wolves and smokes
And beings
Too rash
Being sand grains
Depleting in the hour glass.