I'd love u if u were made
of sand or slime or mud:
I'd build u an hour-glass to
hold u & watch u slip
down the narrow midsection
like a Victorian bride
slipping into a corset
& u spread across the lonely
circular floor where I count
every Grand Guignol grain
& flipp u on ur head
to become once again a heart
in metamorphosis who doesn't
need an hour-glass anymore;
u'll need a lava lamp for sure