You say that in your mind,
you stop time.
You slide
between moments
and sleep for hours
under sheets made out of magic powers.
No rush of schedule,
no crush of dread
is pulling you awake.
So you lie in bed and make love
with everyone you've ever loved.
Your kisses are stories, unfolding
and you sip your conversations slowly,
the metaphors and moonlight swishing between your teeth, like tea.
You stroll down New York City streets
with your hands in peacoat pockets
the clocks are only faceless sockets
and music's sweeping, softly,
through the frozen streams of cars.
The sky is full of constellations
and the seconds are as still as stars.
But in our conversations
that all take place in time,
you tell me everyone you love
can't die.
They will be lined
with tears and wrinkles
like years faded to
torn poetry.
Time gives us our frailty.
But I,
I am grateful
time will only let me know you
Briefly
Like the flicker of stars, cracking open,
like our lives bending, broken
our fears spoken
to music, soaking in the deep night
Like a precious dream
Bared in the light.
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