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title: Time looks up to the sky
genre: verse

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    css: autocento
...

I wish I'd kissed you when I had the chance.  \
Your face hovering there, so near to mine, \
your mouth pursed---what word was it you pronounced?

When I think about you, [something in my pants][] \
tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize \
I should've kissed you when I had the chance.

I want that moment never to be past \
like Keats's lovers on the grecian urn: \
his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce

her hips in ways that are not feminist.  \
But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my \
wish to kiss you when I had the chance,

whispered like a [beggar to a prince][] \
outside his palace: time looks up to the sky, \
purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce

but pays it little mind.  If he would just \
turn back, bend down, and follow my design, \
I would have kissed you when I had the chance, \
as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.

[something in my pants]: howithappened.html
[beggar to a prince]: about-the-author.html