Ticking Clock

Open the locket, love: nibble infinity. Such epiphany: an
Orange grape; and heirlooms: a country mile. Feel the
Catalyst: a fertile zeal; and such the fate: a war of love. Our
Keepsake: a panacea; and ever it dies. What love! a quilt

Of temblors; and such knots: a dying locket; and cobwebs:
Our last dance; and we journey sound. I met a love: a
Citadel: a silent zephyr; and we cried cherries, and spoke
The Ghost; but ever our dreams: a haunted veil; and never

Our love: picture perfect; and thus the blues and evening
Cries; and thus the jazz and liquid flame. Such ecstasy:
The grief of love; and stalwart we die; and sober we scream;
And spider’s crawl: a sandy storm; and float a wave—a
Touch of scorn. Our love is gone—a root to rot; and love is
New—a ticking clock.