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