Time and temperature codes
are set on their collision course.
Tell me exactly,
just how it feels
going through the hours
searching for puzzle clues.
There are some of us
that prefer to fight.
I’m standing here
refusing to move.
The flight in you
was settled on
long before we ever met.
I wonder if,
the dreamer is left,
the one who,
shared her treasured gifts.
The standout girl
the one who couldn’t wait
to get all dressed up
the one who would stand
there at the mirror
checking out her rounded bottom.
The Top is ready
to claim and capture the girl
recreate the kissing hour
to finally awaken her
from the lost poisonous spell.
It’s only when eyes
fall desperately into eyes
that the breath is stolen.
Time and attention
have long since been set
on their collision course
ready to wreak havoc.
Dragonfly Poetry 