Sarah Maguire

“Perfect Timing"

The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch:
stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark
as I swam out into a night thick with stars,
with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another
of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn.
Imagine it now, plunged deep in cool sand, still hidden
years later, grains ticking over it one by one—
as your hands slide into me and I move to their pulse.”
― Sarah Maguire, Spilt milk