Time – transient
Is a sheath of cloth dancing down my arm
Brisk, burning ice that protects and hides me
It is seven square yards of confidence and
Gifted with chilly passions of a vernal breeze;
A collared tongue running through my neck-
My ever steadfast Love
It's become a part of me – intrinsic, ever sweet
I've worn time and Its persistency so long
That I've forgotten It shall end
It is grasping folds of molten silk that tie greedily 'cross my wrists
I feel It mimic every thrust; a shadow, only closer –
Lounging somewhere between myself and my reflection
Past, the forgotten face of moments,
Why do you hide your countenance?
Rotted silk cascading down my knees,
It is antiqued nostalgia woven into scarlet thread making
A cloth of dusky pink – my childhood, my remnants,
(My Reminder)
Faded, blurred into oblivion by the presence of forgetfulness
(My collection of Denial)
Time is a silken kiss,
Draped across my eyes
It blinds me to reality, it
Cultures false security, forgetfulness of death
Oh time! Oh bliss!
Take not thy touch away from me!
(A/N: Okay, I think this might end up being another one of my crack poems, because I had to have been on something when I wrote this. Did it make any sense? The point of the whole thing gets kinda blurred by that pseudo-erotic theme that kept on reemerging – not quite sure where in the hell that came from. But anyways, it's basically supposed to be about time and its transient nature, like the first line says, and how that feature extends to so many other things in life, like beauty, love, hate, etc. From there, it kind of moves onto how being in love, in lust, or whatever you want to believe –I think this is where the seductive nature of time in my poem ended up evolving itself into existence – when you are still young and 'invulnerable' can kind of make you forget your own mortality. Or something like that. Anways, not quite sure where the idea for this came from. It actually popped into my head while I was taking a shower, and I ended up composing most of it mentally before I could get ahold of a piece of paper. I dunno, maybe my sub-conscious was bemoaning the transient nature of the cleanliness of my hair, because having to wash it every day can be a pain sometimes o_O )