Time
Time glides along your skin.

Seconds slip into the hollow of your neck.
Minutes roll off the plains of your back.
Hours dip into the whirlpool of your ears.
Days lose themselves in the velvet of your eyes.
Weeks turn black in your hair.
Months traverse the maze of your hands, wandering through the gouges on your palms.
Years strengthen the sinew of your arms, redden the iron of your chest.
Decades accumulate in your soul of shifting shadows and flitting highlights.

Unblinkingly, an age passes by.
And just as steadily, my love meets the molten gaze of your years.