Written by: pc arod192

You are the ticking
Of every clock winding
Down to the hours crying
For the one final
Moment splinter
Marking 'xactly
The leaping cadence
Of my heart raging
Longing the finite
Brewing of days
Distilled in drops
Of thought washed
Away by your turning
From thought to flesh
And bone and hugs
And kisses pouring.

At the end of the day.