in pulling away

with curtains closed

windows slightly ajar

reminder of where

soon we must return

arms and legs

wrapped tightly

transform into roots

drilling down

ever farther

into the rich humus

of our togetherness

to happily harvest

what can never be

separately

until in reluctance

no choice

but to accept

the position

of second

minute

hour hands

purposely hidden

in pockets

and drawers

so we can fool ourselves

for a while at least

that time stands still

our bodies

still humming

from the dance

slowly adapt

to the sting of band-aid

being pulled away

from tender hearts

a souvenir of healing

we take with us

where clocks

and watches

out in the open

happily remind

that soon

we can close the curtains

leave the windows

slightly ajar again

and with time

once more locked away

continue

© 2007 Chris Sorrenti