tummy flutter-bys

a scrap... with a stolen line

when a heart sings
upon the wings
of 'fumes of lovers sighs'
it also beats
peering at great feats
as such the look within his eyes

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if time were my mistress
and and i could instruct her every movement
i would cause her to fly
cause her to fly with all swiftness between each time
i could kiss you
so that weeks would seem no more than hours
and hours like minutes themselves
but no so fast a seconds
for though i lust and long
and with time 'neath my reign
could do away with any unpleasantness of length
and serve to lengthen each time you brush the hair from my face
to reveal some coy expression of adoration and thanks
to all together do away with the spaces twixt the Divine moments
would soften their effect and belittle their pedestal
so if time were my mistress
i would cause her to fly
straight toward the nights
of just you and i