It was a moment, pulled taut
against an aching clock.
Oh, the smoothness of dairy speech
thrown long upon its patience, losing.
Forever in a cup, glances placed
softly on fingerprinted skin.
Eyes, twinned and pinned like
fridge magnet promises, align.
Whatever passed as ancient minutes
lumbered through their cast-iron fog
until they gave up waiting –
and removed their shoes.
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