Killing Time
Ink dries
Wet and shining
Between the sheets
We slept in last
night
Your hand at my neck
Your pulse and mine
Making a symphony
Ticking in unison as a cadent
Clock keeps time
Time we keep together
Breathing in sighing out
Standing at the window
On a foggy January
Watching blurry shapes
Weave down below
A cup of tea is steaming
On the coffee table
Sweating with anxiety as
I watch your shape
Skulk away against the white
My fingers are numb
Half moons biting into my
Palm
Painful satisfaction
Going going gone.
By Olivia