Time Measured in Breaths

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Your second hands

fastened tightly

around my waist

turning the hours over

simply and effortlessly.



Eyes locked

on my hourglass form

as they navigate

in pendulum swings

over each movement.



Fingers assembled

to fit like the interlocking

wheels of a clock,

working together

in fluid motions.



I take apart

each mechanism

that once made

this love-oiled timepiece

run so smoothly.



I examine each component

to determine why

your hands have loosened,

your eyes shut,

and the wheels stalled.



Upon being dismantled,

the cause of the malfunction

becomes evident:

the clock was flawed

since its construction.  

Rewrite 2012

Your second hands
fastened tightly
around my waist
turning the hours over
simply and effortlessly.

Eyes locked
on my hourglass form
as they navigate
in pendulum swings
over each movement.

Fingers assembled
to fit like the interlocking
wheels of a clock,
working together
in fluid motions.

I take apart
each mechanism
that once made
this love-oiled timepiece
run so smoothly.

I examine each component
to determine why
your hands have loosened,
your eyes shut,
and the wheels stalled.

Upon being dismantled,
the cause of the malfunction
becomes evident:
the clock was flawed
since its construction.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Metaphor: clock

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