Warmth

Listen to the sound of the two clocks
(Ticking away the night)
Yours and mine
Set to wake at different times
And restart our separate lives

For a while, they tick together
(The sound of a single clock)
But wandered thoughts return
To a stuttering
To a skittering limp of a tock

The pattern paces for ever
(Walking through the dark)
The pair first pulse together...
Then, murmuring, move apart...
As tides are to waves for the beating
Of a slower and animal heart...


Yep. Embracing pretentious twattishness like it's going away on a long, dangerous trip.