The Clock Tells More Than Time


The moonlight is an ocean wave
And this, my bed, my nightly grave
Under layers and layers
Of prayers and prayers
I curl up and hide
From the vengeful tide
The covers fly off me, it's cold, you can see
As the goose eggs line my skin. They hatch shivers from within
Tick, tock. So it starts. My soul splits in two parts
Tick, tock. Pleasure slow. Pressure builds down below.
Tick tock. Tears roll. Confusion takes a heavy toll.
Tickity-tock. Stay still. I'm the master of will.
Tick-tock-tick. Bite lip. Can't allow a single slip.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Soft lips on a frozen face, melts all asteroids in outer space
My moon hides behind dark quilts, my flower shivers, sighs, and wilts
I cannot read the clock but I count each tick tock
And hold myself tight
Until morning breaks night

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