You say that
in your mind
you stop time.
You slide between moments,
and sleep for hours,
under sheets made out of magic powers.

There’s no rush of schedule
no crush of dread
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 pea coat 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 still as stars.

But in our conversations,
which 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.

Labels: By Ana