Eye of the Needle

I’m finally full
The sand is cold
Pressed against my sides
Scratching through that thin gap
A perfect pyramid below
Built on a pitfall

I am a keg of powder
Tighter and tighter I pack my chest
Waiting for a spark of
Waiting for the glass to

You drain me, mercilessly
You turn me around and around
In your dissatisfied fingers
Caress my surface and count the seconds untill

I’m almost out, so
Turn me over again
And wait like I wait
Wait for me to
Wait for you to

In that thin opening where
Comes all life and beauty
Brings passion and posterity
Pulsing at every new

Don’t try to see inside
Don’t count the grains until

See your reflection in the
But not the sand
Is there a spark?
Will I burst?
Will you keep touching and looking?
When will I