Hourglass

Held in interlaced fingers. Sand through flesh.
Into your open mouth. You, on your knees.
When I am empty, I get on mine and look
up to your fingers slowly cracking,
myself slowly opening.

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Robert Warf is from Portsmouth, Virginia and is a PhD student at Oklahoma State University. He has work in The Cincinnati Review, Post Road, 3:AM Magazine, Forever Mag, Write or Die Magazine, and Southwest Review. You can find more of his work at robertwarf.com.