it warps and it wanes,

when I'm with you.

time becomes a black sand,
a grainy but flowing
sloeberry melanin river.
time becomes as soft as
the Sun's beach and
like a hot humidity
upon sickly lungs.
it warps and it wanes,
when I'm with you.
The mountains could
hug and
the sky could comfort,
the storms are
alive with every
thunder strike of
tempestous grace.
time runs in
the forests until
its breath couldn't catch,
it flies until the wind
won't carry it longer,
it sits and rests
in a lover's embrace
for eternal days.