Wristwatch

There is one for you and one for me.
We have not set the hour yet for we need
our breaths to emerge like love sailing home
from false oceans.

Though our time isn't here just now,
will you carry me without moving mouths,
washed ashore into silence-
my legs are barbed wire and I want
but there is little I can move...

will you move me?

I cannot imagine our hearts bursting
through life catastrophically,
must we leave in fireballs and ashes
of our resistance.

We will both be weak,
understanding strength is not always
physical but found in past faith.
These ticks will placate into one measure
we can hum our thoughts to peace with.
Sleep will ask us to return and your hand,
so calloused and deprived
will stroke my jawline until I become sure

we will pass through the longest of hours
unscathed but more numb than before,
knowing the bottles filled with sand were
simply messages of deceit...

we will clock our minutes,
we will touch each other's heartbeats
transforming into time itself.

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written 2/23/13 @ 11:24 pm