This Title Was Here Before Us
Clinging time clocks
speak loud and
this crowd is
nothing, but
beating Summer.
All teeth and half-
open mouths,
because She
is a stunner,
letting index fingers
eat Windsor knots.She grasps a hold
of the memory I longed for,
and threw it out
into the crowd,
along with my sense
of well being and comfort.Tugging my sleeves,
pleading for relief
of her own selfish burdens,
begging for an outlet
that can only hurt
but not physically kill.The warm sun
left streaks against her
bare russet collarbone
as she inched closer,
the smell of perfume
and the taste
of lust and beauty
lingering on her lips.The clock screams at noon
but the ‘cuckoo’
is in another dimension
as the cross between
want and need
becomes dangerous.
A collaboration that I did with amypoehleroid.
My words are in italics.
Her words are regular.
Thanks for reading and enjoy.
