drip

drop 

beads seep seductively 

from stubborn pours

beat, beat, beat

ardent rays bruise

weather battered bodies

time spreads thin 

[occasionally precipitating completely]

creating moments amidst seconds

memories

staircases ascend, cutting through

the thick existence of the present tense

but here

here, here, here

now

Anteros presents an escape

sink fingers deep within

the threshold of nirvana

as Sunbeam rescinds her offer

to nestle you within your own

niche between the tangibility of time

Published by Alison Howe