Time

No amount of time
Changes the way
I crumble in your hands;
The way I tremble and shiver
Under the coarse caress of your voice;
The way my heart dips and surges
For a mindful of pictures of you;
The way my mind stretches and tests
My resolve, my clarity, my identity.

You are lethal
But my heart fails me
And I fail time.

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