Measure Me

By your watch laid on my pillow
I can measure the seconds it takes to
trace your face, your collar bone, relaxing.

But I don’t want to know.

I want your hands timeless when they
steady me, pivot me, surveying,
discovering territory unexplored for so long.

I don’t want to think.

Some tick of self checking might slide
in like clothing between us when we’d already
cleared that obstacle.

Let there be no measure of this.

Let me take your weight and rhythm on me without
comparison. Scales and justice can leave me
alone with what I need this once.

Hold me from inside. Levitate me.

Measure me alive, your lip like an inchworm across
my skin, there, there, there. Map me accurately.
I’ll surrender to your seconds if you’ll stay.

I’ll surrender to you in seconds if you’ll stay.

—WT

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