Time Wrapped Desire

As heavens open their flood gates;

Gushing forth in a thunderous frenzy 

Do they still hug this very ground?

Kissing it fluid, languid and volatile?

And when the afternoon's sun lost

its track, did he splash

lengthy shadows-half-yellow,half-crimson

Into unseen nooks and corners

of your mind and mine?

Watching this play of heaven and earth;

Every pore of my being alive and alert

to mirth and madness,

I look around for you in our half- lit room

What power do words have?

That you pour your soul bent

Over those books?

What price would I not pay

to partake of that stolen time?

Moment by moment, when the flood

trickled down,

Grey clouds of desire lightened into

Cotton whiffs of memories,

Would you ever wonder had you kept the book down,

Those words would not be sad and lonesome?

Or did you worry they would skip and run?

And like these shadows, turn and never return?

I see sometimes that this time and space have curved around

a place of yester-tomorrow

But does a day truly turn onto itself?

Devouring it's tail,

that curved eternity of the null?

Or does time go on and with it, desire?

Beyond null, beyond one?