Time tailoring

Waiting, all these days of mine

while you work

and those mornings of yours

as i lay slumbered.


if only there were some way

to crumple time

and fit it into a box,

2″ by 4”.


If only there were scissors

to clip relativity

and the sides of space could be

carved and snipped to make slimmer.


Svelte and limber enough for us to slip through

In and out between the folds of hours

from my world into yours,

into mine.


Slipping through narrowness until

just one small step forward

would find me face to face

with you.


And one fingertip of a touch away,

could make you, real.

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