The sun fell out of the sky tonight
for dizzying hunger.
I couldn't taste the night.
The stars refused to whisper today
for smothering yokes and serpentine gags.
I couldn't stain the day.
The clock froze silver frostbite
for fear of mewing the minutes (seconds – moons) away.
I couldn't swim the hour.
Now, my dear –
my champagne laughter,
my moon filled plate,
my waxing wane,
my catnip dream,
I keep time by your hand.
Author notes
Focusing on the idea that love destroys conventional concepts of time.
Champagne laughter is not mine...
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you have a way with words - you string them together in such a beautiful way... amazing work
- namita
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Thank you so much
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