Who can I dash to to tell the time by?
Someone whose face to caress and feel wrinkle as it slips down their cheek?
Confidently feel safe. Hunger for and with?
Lay upon their chest and fulfill a wish.
Close my eyes and dream of tomorrow, best spent with you.
My lover. An everything. Something more than the moment.
My chest bursts with affection, affecting my psyche—borderline insanity. Pressing matters, I press onward. Tucked into clenched fists, sweat drips down as if squeezing sweet and bitter lemons—as sick and yellow as spring dandelions.
It is you who I spend it with and for how long?