Minutes to Senses

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
“Time can give you so much pleasure,” I sigh
As I pour myself another glass of wine.
Hours can bring stillness and minutes can bring peace
As my lips drink in the rich, dense sense of Merlot.

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
“Time will give so much pain,” I wince
As I pat my bruised and over-sensitive ego.
Hours can bring stiff joints and minutes can bring Band-Aids
As my own fingertips scratch cuts and open scabs.

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
“Time can give so much excitement!” I scream
As I lift my face into the rough, pulsating wind.
Hours can bring swirling and minutes can bring commotion
As my arms clench around the harness holding me tight.

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
“Time will give so much unrestrained anger!” I shout
As I toss that exploited optimism and vision out the door.
Hours can bring screaming and minutes can bring brawls
As my boots kick the glass and stomp photos of my past.

Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
“Time can give you so much fresh hope,” I whisper
As I enshrine myself in your powerful arms
Hours can bring surrender and minutes can bring love
As your hands trace my body and caress my every bruise, scar, and sense.

--Written by Sandy Heights
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