The Seconds

Slaved to the calculus of lewd intent,
To the formula of the vulgar hip,
No moment is misspent.
See the eye gleam with incalculable mischief.
You stand before me, a hologram over quicksand.
I jump toward you like Nureyev the leopard, my feet on fire.
In refrain of giant seconds you pause and pose:
O sky scraping starlet.
Your head jars the moon which instantly falls
In love with you.
I will destroy it.
The seconds, they are minions to your false eternity,
Tick in silence like war drums
Beyond the din of now.
In a moment

I will never see you again.

© Rhett Talley