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---
title: Time looks up to the sky
genre: verse
id: time-looks-up-to-the-sky
toc: "Time looks up to the sky"
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: 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
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