borrowed time

is what you call it.
in between the lines of
a dashing colon love.
blink. blink.

hour. minute. the second
i see you i want to be with
you. alarm clock rhythm.
snooze-like orgasm.

hit it. and hit it again
9 minutes later. lay beneath
the sheets dictating the
weather. sweating together.

nothing better. than fitting
the last piece of the puzzle
into the dream of a lover.
rewarded. a new vernacular

has sprouted. a spirit sense
you know it’s deeper than
sand. sinking. passion
tumbling. more than charming.

the honesty of this. no
matter what happens i know
i will enjoy this.


and will


these feelings until
the next time one of
us checks the other

Due 7/31/2008.