Time

Time exploded when I met you.
Not in a shocking way, but more…
More as though it were a perfectly
Natural thing for Time to do.

You looked at me, It looked at us,
Then with agility, beauty and grace
As though taking part in a hobby it liked
Time exploded, without any fuss.

Some look at Love, and think it a crime.
(One night.  A weekend.  Six months.  A year.)
But it never felt wrong, to be so in love,
And to cause the spontaneous combustion of Time.

Time exploded when I met you.
Not in a shocking way, but more…
More as though it were a perfectly
Natural thing for Time to do.

March ’06

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