Dreamer's Doggerel

That full-bodied awareness

Of you slipping through me

‘Rouses within, a hurricane

Of soul-sweet agony

I know I cannot hold you

Nor ever let you go

This vexing paradox unlocks

A lover’s dance, soft-slow

My dear, I beg your pardon

But would you pause for me?

For I am not quite ready yet

To taste your memory

Then oh, sing to me sweet-heart
With half-shut starry eyes
Soft kiss me where the greedy air
Is hungry for good-byes

© Janet Martin

~No man can tame the

tick-tock

of a

 clock~