Musing 004

tangled tongue and halted heartbeats;

the moment swells and gorges the second

before the concurring tock.

for a frozen fraction of a trice

the corners of your eyes shimmer.

as the tick climaxes, gravity is defied

and molecules are suspended and paralyzed.

it is this moment when all things are halted

and nothingness exists around me-

except for that glimmer.

Tock sleekly slithers into this trice in time, stealing the nothing, the something away. I glimpse of the mirrored image of myself in the darkness of your eyes, and see that the shine is merely a reflection of my translucency.

Cruel tock- an avid and fervent villain, you beseech me, ripping the whispered words from the edges of my parted lips. pilfering the tick of ecstaticness from my reverberating heart. leaving me with the shallow, dull and heavy dread of knowing that the instant is in vain.