Tick tock

Tick tock Time moves onslow/fast quick/slowa rumba of replete desiresa waltz of last week’s wantvanish in the side stepof the hours: ‘twixt then & now. Tick tock Time deceives your smilethe kiss that lingeredsomehow so replete till now;the days & hours reducedto requiem of tears.Where are we now? Tock tick Impatience snapping at my heelsthe slow unfolding of the yearshave clamped their hungry jawson this:my skin, my eyes, my lipsa semblance of the  child remains. But ‘’ time ‘’ has ruled my lifeeach second counted up till now:Ah time’s the sinner / sainta paradigm which  we createa breathing in, a whisper outa temperate lie. Tick tock to time