Thursday, 18 July 2013

Day 363: Time Flies (When You're in Love)

Time flies when you're having fun. But when you're in love, it's a different thing. Just one hour spent with your beloved can be a forever, 'time slows'. And everything is gold, 'gold, gold, gold.'
Hour - Carol Ann Duffy

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.

For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millonaires, backhanding the night

so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit

than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

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