When I’m with you
I don’t count time in minutes or hours or days.
I count it in stolen glances,
secret touches,
and languid kisses on the mouth.
I tell how much time has passed
by the drooping of your eyes
and the heaviness of your limbs.
I could spend eternity with you
and it would feel like seconds.
But in the same way,
I could spend a night with you
and it would feel like a year.
Time slowing and skipping
like the rhythm of my heart when you touch me.
Caress my face
and I’ll forget the year.
Pull me closer
and I won’t even remember my name.