The Seduction of Time

I stopped her on the pass from then to then.
Her stroll was the scroll of the boundless sky,
And her hair unwound the watches of men;
But I sat motionless within her eye,
Like a photograph from -- she knew not when.

My stilled indifference ran her patience thin.
She so expected men to obey clocks
Or wait for her attention to begin
Their adoration of her braided locks,
That my empty gaze got under her skin.

She could not fathom me, anticipate
Beyond the limit change had never crossed,
Without moments to differentiate.
And the suspended thought, that she was lost
In her opposite, made her hesitate,

Which was when I kissed her, and autumn came
With a crimson flush into every leaf.
Her lips hovered, while I sat down, the same,
Except smiling faintly, with the belief
That I would last forever at this game.

But now she knew how to rupture my rest,
And lapsing, sensuous as hourglass-sands,
She pressed into me, perfectly undressed:
Her sex, a river, flowed over my hands,
And the fulness of her pendulous breasts

Smeared my lips, destined and mad to consume.
She fulfilled me. I surrendered to death
Because only then would the clock resume...
All this in the span of a single breath:
Us, cross-legged, on the floor of my room.