Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Torture of Time

I remember
Course words well lubricated
Clumsily fired well aimed
Undeserved well received
I remember
Truths tossed cloaked in humour
Caught and treasured nonetheless 
Lips parting impending declarations,
caught by the ankles
Eyes have nowhere to hide
I remember
The unsaid
Pauses long and thick with desire
The honey air
Your hair
And now, I barter days for surrender
But time is a sadist and love is his muse

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