CLOCK TALK

It’s 6:30 now, and time is ticking.

The shiny face is blank,

but for

pieces of day that navigate their way through the night.

Tell me, have we reached the hour of truth?

when the bell in the town square rings out loud.

Black bird sings the sun over the hill.

transparent swords pass through window panes,

and prick our naked bodies

exposing everything.

Until then lie with me.

side by side

tangled limbs, limps and spent.

your cello chest breaths hollow,

and ticks a deep beat

you whisper of love

through wisps of hair.

tell me of your strange adventures

your fight to finish the 360 degree’s round

not stopping for lunch,

not losing a second.

Your trip tomorrow.

a steady step

always sixty one second ahead

the wonders that await you

when light returns.

My favorite, the encounters with today.

The instant, now.

Metronome meters,

the beat ticks

on and into the silence.

I love our secret encounters

to lie by you

play your game.

I hide behind you

and we proclaim it “half past”