Time

it has been 8000 days,
and longer in my arms,
the breath of existence
has scarcely fluttered.
the slumbering heart,
the mind in overdrive,
how long have i chewed
at my own legs?

your voice,
your eyes,
your lips,
their smile

Oh! it has been a while.

though it was only
a minute ago
i watched you
stand naked,
leaning ever so slightly,
in front of the mirror,
brushing golden filaments

though it was only
2 minutes ago
i watched you
extend your hand,
slyly into mine,
palm against palm,
arm against arm,
fingers embracing.

your shoulders,
your ears,
your hands,
their caress

Oh! too long, i confess!
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