where does the time go?

i don’t know
but i wish i could sneak away
and find it
a place where i imagine the memories
line shelves like leather bound books

i would trace their spines
with my fingers
as i walk the aisles
in no hurry to leave
drinking in each moment
lingering on my favorites

i would study every handprint
left on my skin with a magnifying glass
and replay every secret desire
whispered against my ear
memorizing the nuances in your voice
               did it catch as my fingers
               trailed the inside of your leg?

i would count every orgasm
and every “i love you”

i would read
               and reread
each chapter

just to pass the time
until we write the next

June 21, 2018