At 1:02
I waited. You,
absent, beautiful.
Loving minutes, caressing hours,
getting tongue down the back of the little big hand.
9:32
Your breath was new,
a quiet, flutter.
I felt your clothes, your want and more,
pouring light to the palm of my hand.
But 1:43
Mind raced, and see,
the finish line blurred and sank.
Swirled love and color, adoration,
fold your dreams, melt them all down the back of my hand.
So 8:31
Looming, spun,
returned. And beautiful.
Loving numbers, knowing letters,
rolling life round and round in the palm of my hand.
The times seem super random to me, but the attention to detail makes it incredibly personal which I like. Clever the way you ended each stanza with the hands.
ReplyDeletereally loved this:
"fold your dreams, melt them all down the back of my hand."
and this:
"fold your dreams, melt them all down the back of my hand."
last stanza was my favorite :)