my favorite times of day are when
the clock's hands rest together;
twelve noon, midnight,
one o'five and so on...
just a brief embrace
after an hour of anticipation.
I miss you like three forty-five.
my favorite times of day are when
our two hands rest together;
the times when the air
leaves my lungs an IOU,
when my warm blood turns blue.
and cold.
I miss you like my breath misses my body.
I miss you like my chest misses my lungs.
