Time travel

by Mark

If you could stop the weight of time
From forcing your shell to metamorphoses
Underneath its past future
What would you do?

Take in scents of saffron laced gold
Gifting your nostrils a pleasure?
Or
The toes of your partner after sex
Sucking the skin as you smell?

Redo the bad days diverging rain
Storms striking your Birthday
Or
Relive randy moments munching
On passion fruits?

Travel to places pictured in postcards
Or
Sit with your parents pondering past
Times till time closes their shop?

For it is you who the texture
Of time disappears to
But it will still wake
And sleep with you.

By Him

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