You threaded your fingers through my hair, kissed my jaw, and said,
“It’s a shame time was too short, space too long.” I was hushed
By your butterfly lips that quivered on my neck, and shushed
By your weaving arms around my waist. I wanted instead
For you to say, “No matter the oceans between us to tread,
No matter what storms, crowds, chaos be spread, I’d rush
Through the cosmos to reach your side. I’d crush
The hourglasses to shards and sweep the sand, so I could dart ahead
Of time itself to the point where our lines once more converge
For when we are together, timing doesn’t matter.”
Yet when your hands tangled in mine I cared not about forever,
But rather if you thought that then was right and meant to be as well?
With a knotted kiss and coiled legs, the chance and urge
To ask fluttered away, and now, only time will tell.
Written December 29, 2018.
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