the clocks seem to run in circles
around us
laughing
-tackling
and spearing the loose ends
holding the you and me
together

as our twenty-four hour love
begins to wither away.

never try to build castles in calendar squares
they just seem to take up too much room
brick by brick
heart to heart
never seeing eye to eye
defenses amplified

declarations and flags dismantled
thrown into the fire
from passion red to burning white
lovesick tuesdays to thursdays
barricaded with tongues lashing
flashing
in stormy undertones

and yes, i know storms don't last forever
but dear, neither does good weather

so punch the clock
and hope for a different day
to start
-depart
painted velvet blue and spaded queen
and i'll show you how i can be
when the night turns green