Dripping sand

The night holds us

As we dive into each other,

And nothing outside,

Is.

I die little deaths

in your arms and

Between your legs.

I drown for you,

I work myself to death and

I jump from such great heights.

You catch me and hold me

And save me

One night at a time,

as our hour glasses drip sand.

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