1:23 Pm

Dragging his fingers across the inside of my wrist, Studying the horizontal mental lacerations, Stuck in my unbreakable enchantment Correcting the problems of pass quarries. Right before the clock stuck1:23pm. Making my body relinquish, Aching promises, Two and three syllables cries of beseachment, Hand cuffing operatic moans. The feeling of riding up and down a steep hill, Pleading with you to never leave me, Touching my hair, Locking eyes with what you stole, “And you’d say; I’m not going anywhere”. You know what to say, You knew what to do to get me through, To get me off on you, A convincing conversation, To let me know, You care for this thing we got going. Blue skies, sunshine, rainbows and wind chimes, I can see in closed windows, Lying on your chest, Feeling confident enough to believe what seemed real. But, at 1:23pm your cell phone rang, Interrupting your temporary pacification, And I began to fall, I could see pass the strong hold, To hear her voice on the other end of the line. Muffled sounds, and a train passing, I lie naked and still, refusing to breathe, Recording every one of your notions, As you rush to get dress. Those “Minute Man” abilities, Time stood still on 1:23pm, Approaching my front door, Remembering to kiss me goodbye. Obviously entrapped in a cellular tryst, You ran back up stairs, To throw a token of affection at me, Squatting low to pitch it, When the sultry voice, Confessed your social interaction with, With four little words. (“I Love You, Baby...”)