Time and Distance

Ticking, time beats
a pendulum across my heart,
continuous, never ceasing.
Subliminal messages
prey upon my soul;
your fingers on my face.

I cannot stop the racing
of my present,
nor can I stall
the slow climb of
the second hand
as it ticks away
the moments of our love.

But I do know this,
as simple as your breath
against mine,
I can close the distance
between our lips.

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I sat staring a blank page of paper not long ago...trying to find words to describe my thoughts...and the ticking of a clock overhead was so loud I swear it deafened my muse...and so a poem was born.