Hourglass

February 17, 2014

8:18 P.M.

Do not say the words ‘let’s forget the night’

This desire to wake up next to you in the snout of midnight

The agony of waking up to leave pinned me still under the sheets

To another three hours of hoping time turn backwards

That fevered breathing

That tremoring pulse

That sickness casting spell

These hands like stethoscope that never heard your heart

This panic that you might have stopped breathing when I don’t hear you snore

I wish every touch could turn into a prescription without side effects worse than the disease

Kindly let me have all the air you exhaled where this spontaneity is fueled with more poems than ‘warning labels’

But let the warning labels say ‘You are my poetry”

Never say ‘let’s forget the night’

This is my treasured life

This is exactly how I want to live’

Say most of the time I want to keep the hourglass upside down

Say my last hours with you was spent in that waiting room

It’s all clime where I took the courage in to fit into the shape of my own gritty heart

Say every sickness is a love note that reminds me of that warmth

So I trust the extended vocal technique of my bones

As I fell into pieces in your arms and was seen whole

The universe came from shattered dust

And shattering was one thing I religiously trust

And yes, this is a quiet truth

This please… play the music we both love

and curl yourself into a perfect question mark around me a little more often…