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1.

Clocktime and burnt candles

measure our affair

I prefer sundials and beeswax

you pillars of aromatherapy-

masking digital interests

 

Bees fill the garden-

the sun methodically kisses the dial-

scents linger;

It’s all borrowed time

 

 

2.

my heart landed in your

martini on the rocks

right as you screamed,

“I said blended”

dropping

the glass to the floor

shattered

my beats slow

wedged  between

two cubes

I felt myself

slipping away

pleaing

as you

sliced  your

olive

 

bkmackenzie

 

 

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