Grains of truth slip through the small waist of the hourglass.
And when your arms pulled me close the sand drifted,
Burying me up to my neck.
Tucked in next to the roundness of your hips
A wave crashed on your shore and the siren
Sang her deafening song to me.
Perhaps we see the same thing at the same time,
But I doubt that you can perceive the you
That I observe from here.
Frankly speak words that leave him
Confused in his certainty.
There was a subtle dishonesty in the way her
Face spoke when she slept.
Plaster falls from the ceiling of an unused room
And crashes silently
Causing the ghosts to dance along the wall
In a shadow dance of yesterday.