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