Time

By pink lavalamp, I move in playful combat, like a cat,

You reside in a gown on the sofa, rejoice in giggles, by our

Fun-lit future, tezeta

Today, I wanted to kiss each giggle on your cheeks,

I shook my ass, for you to reach out and slap as you

Drove past, y’know, tezeta

Being near you then was a memory of being with you now,

And did Browning think the Greeks worked time out?

Then and now, tezeta …

Meeting, marrying, getting old, issuing out the end of an olive

Branch: into two hours, knowing you grew older than

The ancient Greeks, together

Love’s the branch, you to I, you’re the butterfly to follow

The branch with infinite paths came near, what happened

All at once –

To the other, the meandering olive spruce became you there,

Me here, and time appears to spring from one branch,

Our love