Wrinkle in Time

I find my love in the creases that time has written on your face. Marking each year like the rings of a tree. Recording the experience that only you know. As i lay here in your arms, i find my love, softly laying itself within them. Walking up and down the corridors of each line as if perusing the catalogs of a library. Wanting only to know a glimpse of each book cover. And caressing the rough edges of each memory until all that remains is A smooth relic of monument you once built. 

Apr 7 2020