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 nowdays & hours reducedto requiem of tearswhere are we now? Tock tick Impatience snapping at my heelsthe slow unfolding of the yearshave clamped their hungry jaws on thismy skin, my eyes, my lipsa semblance of the child existsin deep disguise.  Yes ‘’ time ‘’ has rattled out my lifeeach second counted ratifiedAh time’s the sinner / sainta paradigm which  we createa breathing in, a whisper outa temperate lie: Tick tock to time