Saturday, November 28, 2015

Shmavon Azatyan: WE’RE CLOCKED THE ZERO-TIME LOVE

You and I 
sit across time
still
we know when we start
there’ll be no time.

You and I with gigantic
something between us
that’s gathering
but is never to be touched.

It climbs into every corner
It slips into the creases
It ticks in your and my veins
It rattles in your and my stomachs.

Only the long finger fidgets
and the clock inside us
fully winded
begins to urge.

We’ve learned
it’s the other finger 
that matters
the one that tells us
where we’re at
but isn’t saying 
how we’re going.

Your gaze is urgent
and I finger 
the pivot locking the mechanism.

We stir.
Time is no more.




This poem was published in Firstwriter Magazine in 2012

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