Timing

The ticking of the clock edges my nerves.

Time…

Time?

Time for love?

Time for you.

Time for me?

It is half past midnight and there is no availability.

Chiming clocks echo through our distance.

Had you thought of me?

Seconds showing all resistance.

The hands edge our way, my heart vibrates with each tick.

My thoughts plummet further with every tock.

Mucky waters filled with tears and sifting sand; without a destination our end is surely meek.

And with no direction there’s no where for us to flock.

Except blindly towards the sounds of the clock.

Think of Me…

I wonder if you think of me.

I wonder if I sache’ through your mind… Because you don’t leave mine.

Do you think of my honest eyes?

Do you think of my voice? Because all I want to hear is yours.

Have you thought of my skin?

Have you thought of my temperature? Because it is all I can feel.

Have you tried to guess what it is; that I really want, to do today?

Have you tried to guess what it is; that I wish I could say? Because all I can do is listen.

Have I dreamed all these moments?

Have I dreamed all these thoughts? Because all I can do is think them.

Bait

Just enough for a nibble…

Just a bit of a taste.

Just a fling, of a sad fiddle…

Just a reaction, with O much haste.

Just a clue; found in such a riddle…

Just a song, for a pallet with such taste.

Just a being, found right in the middle…

Just a moment, careful enough to not waste.

Just a thought, a thought of such little…

Just a gown fallen from lace.