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11/08/10
One Whole Hour
Rarely does it happen that we catch time napping, But this past Saturday evening, Somewhere between the few seconds sneaking up on two a.m. And those sweep-hand stutters immediately after, In broad darkness, with a stroke of accidental genius, We stole one whole hour from our imperious old foe, Slowed immortality's coeval down, let it meditate on itself.
We anticipated the 8:30 alarm, by sixty minutes, During which our nakedness embraced, listened to our hearts, As our heads rested on each other. And when the cell phone's jarring tone did go off, Reminding us we'd forgotten to turn our clocks back, We took shameless advantage of time's unbidden lapse — A second hour of lovemaking's measureless seconds.
11/08/10
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