Distracting Time
We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity
of holding hands,
retracing history and foretelling
the future in the lifelines of our
wandering palms.
The weekend molded pancakes
in cookie-cutter shapes and
hot chocolate fevered at
the same temperature as
our cottonmouthed hearts.
We pinned each and every
millisecond to the mattress
and continued to wrestle the
timekeeper in hopes that he
would be distracted by the
euphoria of watching two
people fall out of lust
and into love.