in the sand of our hour glass.

I want to hold your Breath on my skin

Capture your Essence in my pores

So I own it for longer than just this Once.

We found it Funny that a sigh

was better than Our Spoken Words;

Rather have High Pitch Notes echo from the walls

then Syllables that string themselves in the Air.

"Hold my Hand," I requested outloud

Make me the Child because I know from one involvement

of our lips that you are my Prince.

We kiss in the Sand of our Hour Glass.

You stretch your limbs on to My Possesions

and I make believe I will Keep you -

Keep More than just the Breath on my Skin,

His sweat in my Pores..