oh the grains and seconds
you stare over her and note that she is the shape of an hourglass...maybe like she is one for veracity, or one of utmost importance. Like she might tell you when and how at any moment. Like you have a natural affinity for her. Like she is the equation and the solution. The enigma and the explanation. The blind path and the guidance. The hand that holds sublime constellations in alignment for you and the force that drives the harsh storms upon you. Your lover...your foe...your tempo...like she is the one that keeps your sun rising up again after it stumbles below the horizon.