The following was composed jointly by myself and my new friend Bobby who lives in Glasgow. He wrote two lines as a prompt to get me writing again. He graciously then let me edit those two lines as I finished the first stanza. He wrote stanzas two and three ... and again gave me free reign to edit a bit (which I did and he still didn't mind) and then I composed stanza four. Bobby picked the title. I pondered posting it here but decided it was well worth it!Time On Our Side
Our watches lie as one on the dresser as we lay apart;
time ticking continuously with the steady beat of our hearts.
Mistimed by wakeful, wasted breath - neglected syncopation
follows the solitary second hand seeking wedded absolution.
Should we abandon hope, and just keep changing places?
The world’s face keeps spinning and clocks change faces
as time in motion searches for a once united foundation -
belligerent to cold and immune to yearning isolation.
Bodies toss and turn - limbs stretching, reaching to nudge;
thigh to thigh, perspiring sweat heals the deceptive grudge
and fleeting moments of feather touch increase the need
to turn back clock and rewind lost heat with wanton speed.
In unforgotten, tangled dance as old as illimitable hours
triviality and bitterness give way to a hidden love of ours;
found, if briefly, in the communication of caress on skin
and time traveled emotions erotically aroused in original sin.
© 2008 BT & Robert Anderson
