I feel the sliding sand
In the hourglass of your skin
How beautiful you are
How frail and mortal
I listen hard
To your breathing
Wondering if I will be able
To hear the last grain fall
If I will be able to hear
The silence
The rush of the world makes
It impossible
I am dizzy with fear
That any moment will be our last
I can not see how deep we are
In this shapely slick glass house
It’s all around us, it’s in us
One speck for one breath
Lay here with me

3/30/05

Meredith Fahey

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