June 10, 2014

I measure time
by auditing my cell decay,
and search with toddler greed
for patterns in my palms
that will reveal
the time we have together

She don’t believe me
when I say
that I will spend that time
by finding all the angles
that her face
so badly wants to hide,
when she don’t want
the cracks in her reflection
to be the web I see
when I observe her eyes