Your kiss is time…

I wish I lived in a universe where my bed was the Earth and your kiss was time

So that I’d be trapped in the dimensions of your lips

And conservation efforts would be aimed at limiting the number of breaths we took apart

So that I wouldn’t have to hide the swell in my chest that yearns to be touched by your cheek

Until suspense plugs your tongue into the outlet of my mouth

The resulting explosion of electricity would create stars in my eyes

And the conjoining of our hips would be more beautiful and release more energy

Than a pair of quasars orbiting each other in a never-ending dance of fiery synchronicity

And the clepsydra of our racing pulses would be the only things giving us any sense of time at all

Beneath the harboring sheets I’d trace a blueprint of your skin

To refer to whenever…