In the middle of time, everything stops
Two hands dancing, between the time
and the clock
Third wheel spinning still.
A slice, half part me, the other you.
Can this be true?
Midnight divides us,
Worlds collide at the strike of dawn
Separated by Greenwich Mean and you
Stuck in the London Tower of mine.
Watching time, our heads on a pole,
life’s end of day, crossing from this side
to the west.
If I could hold you, thighs to thighs
Hinged between the time, and eyes
Embers of your light of day
My darkness stripped away
Like numbers on the face, of time
Slowly passing, as each moment ticks
this is my sublime, these mental tricks
of time and mine.
The motions of clock, and the
mind spinning round and locked
With jumping hands from me to you,
and kisses on the face, places moist with grace
In-between the time of you and me
We’ll be fine, in the middle of this moving sea.
When everything stops,
Two hands dancing, between the time
and the clock,
we’ll be fine, just you and me, and time.
and changing this would be a travesty. What a wonderful write!
ReplyDelete:) Great, timeless forever.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a tender piece I had to read it twice...
ReplyDeleteVery loving and beautiful..well done:-)
It is simple as you had said, paints a picture as you had wished. well done.
ReplyDeleteTime will stop with such a beautiful image flowing within your poem =)
ReplyDeletethis is a real tender write david
ReplyDeleteI like your poetry...doesn't need improving...I never revise mine either! I understand where your coming from...very nice and tender write
ReplyDeleteDavid that is beautifully penned
ReplyDeletewhat any relationship needs - assurance
Thanks for sharing with One Shot
There's a lot of great stuff in here. Love the idea of between the clock and time!
ReplyDeletehehe...nicely said...is it just me or is there a lot of intimate imagery there...smiles.
ReplyDeletehow sweet and tender...i feel teh heartbeats!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write. I especially loved...
ReplyDeleteIf I could hold you, thighs to thighs
Hinged between the time, and eyes
Embers of your light of day
My darkness stripped away
Like numbers on the face, of time
Slowly passing, as each moment ticks
this is my sublime, these mental tricks
of time and mine.
This stanza could stand alone. :)
Oh your spot sounds very nice. :)
Mine was through my adolescent and wild teen years.More a savior then a grace in those years.
and you wrote this in 10 - 15 mins...i doth my cap brother...very well written....time must have stopped when you put pen to paper with this...really enjoyed it...all the best Pete
ReplyDeleteSolid sense of flow and equally solid word choices made this an enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteI just saw this - beautiful words that really drummed up this rhythmic imagery in my head!
ReplyDeleteInspirational :)
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