AMID - Sand in the Ice Cream Hour

Sand in the Ice Cream Hour
The minutes melt away
your face is in the sugar mirror
time drips down your cheeks
when the hours go by like melted ice cream.
We're waiting for midnight to turn to molasses
and the clock whispers to us:
"It's all only for a moment."
I see you in the middle of the desert
where the sand flows up
and the sun is a purple ball of frozen water.
It moves endlessly behind,
close your eyes and you will see
as the world slips through our fingers
every second different, every second sweet.