Life’s found me, atop your metal stairs <br />with sunset and a morphine silliness; <br />but the clocks cheat us, rushing age the raging <br />hours that for me, for you, seem stopped; <br />but still against the railing propped <br />I see in you a ME I never knew, so similar… <br />so Worlds apart, <br /> <br />but I’m willing to take the punishment <br />of minutes, of buses that tick past, <br />to be alive and locked fast <br />in a warm-legged daintily done Picasso. <br />And the eyes here have disowned their heads <br />and circle each other… <br /> <br />and if time really was a lover, <br />it would know when to stop each time <br />the eyes that shine between us see; <br />like when I kiss you, or like when you kiss me.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bug-poem/
