timeflieswhenyou’rehavingfunbut
time

stops.

when you’re in love.

Everything else
chan-ges.

(promises fade)
….

the past rearranges.

but ours is a constancy
that cannot be contested.

seconds are arrested, and
minutes are redefined as
the rate of
the rise and fall of your chest.

I can attest
to this.

When sunrise and sunset
equate to one day and
even that
is a myth.

Darling,
I insist —

lay with me here,
and
nothing else
needs to exist.