Even unseen, he touched my sight
Burning his image on the eyes,
Spooling orbs that scribe between
Recording sounds & visions at the
Moment when a history between
The future “us” would digitize,
Before we could get far beyond
That nano spark, in theory
(our equivalent of The Big Bang),
It’s when I knew
I’d been shot through a nebula,
And was so giddy scared
Screaming the whole time,
And all around me, space was stretched
Although I couldn’t tell,
So soon from those first minutes
As I accelerated,
While everything had pulled away
And fell behind
In just those first few minutes...
A Dali-like clock of distort,
Its ticking arms cross over
The numbers melting on its face.
An animated ceiling light
Upon his skin
Makes fuzzy halos on the edge.
Even unspoken, my ears resonate
Wordless with his rhapsody,
Rapid breathing synchronized with
Abridged by a throaty laugh.
Even without touch, every cell
Of my body, had begun to
Mutate into a whole other being.
Synaptic fractures of my brain.
Even unknown, I can’t reverse time,
Nor would I try if I could.
We parallel, each apart, drifting
Day by day, only at light speed.
Though for us, time seems normal
While living beyond consciousness,
Having changed him as he has me.
As the numbers stretch,
For time is the bystander here
And never was the perfect gauge.
For those of us who resonate
From separate satellites, when
Now & then our ice trails cross
That flare close to the sun,
It’s not too long to wait till then
For this is time we understand.
Entered in the DUP competition “Time the ticking clock”.