the strands of your hair melt into soft sand sun-kissed - now it's my turn beams bounce from your face a brilliant glare kiss me once more I dare lick my lips, your ice- cream remnants glacé naught compared to our kiss day drips dreamier than honey /then time-slips/ the strands of your hair spirals of a far- flung galaxy twinkling languid smile as you catch me snapping a moment for our keeping you break your repose embosom all of me 'til my wee heart stops day drips dreamier than honey /then time-slips/ the strands of your hair mussed as I nuzzle closer than air can get balmy breeze across our wrapped forms jealous baking sun hot with lust unstuck I in your eyes, cheeks arched mirrors flitt'ring hearts thrum tandem day drips dreamier than honey /then time-slips/ in all those days I should have said be my ocean and I your land let waves the message bottles rain the blessed touches storms the passing clashes wind the gentle busses moon the dazzling child of all our days on repeat
This piece was written around July 2020. The phrase “time-slips” and how the poem is organized is directly inspired by the novel “Martian Time-Slip” by the always-brilliant Philip K. Dick. The line “be my ocean and I your land” is inspired by the opening line (“Honey you are my rock and I am your land”) to “Honey You” by The Dead South. This piece was accepted by Interior Journal, a Melbourne-based magazine, for their second edition ‘Eponymous’.