5000 minutes later

my mind recoiled still

from the words

like a brick brought

onto my brain

by a foot

and that tempest of time

spun my vessel

bashing my consciousness against the rocks

of recollection

like a shipwrecked pirate

But that glassy indiscriminate glaze

still covered my reasoning

for days away yet while

the clock had moved on

I had not and

no ache was going away this time

but you came along

and found my body on the shore

and you were my rum

with kisses that brought

my life back from The brink

I still cannot believe

that you touch me

so this’ll be my treasure

which keeps me sane,

mostly