Counting;

Always;

Incandescence in the attic
Drawing my eyes and likewise it
Felt as though arms that tock and tick
Were reaching through walls to admit

That time was not static at all,
That I had hours and minutes
To go before your hands would fall
To your sides to trace lines in calm

Disclosure and convalescence,
Ever and every way your senses
Might open the cellar doors in 
The corners when you look up again,

And standing on thin air and then
We might turn the lights out when
You close your hand on mine,
Breathing a soft sigh;
Ceding this night,
‘Til light finds
You and
I; 

Author's Note

Each line contains eight syllables, and the last verse loses a syllable each consecutive line till it ends. I was just having some fun with it.

Reviews

[Amanda Granger]

Great technique! And as usual I feel captivated by your word choice. "Incandescence" seems to be echoed by "convalescence" in the third stanza and I wonder if that was intentional; I just love the little details like how "way" at the end echoes "always" at the beginning. Also, I like the idea of time as "not static" and counting down from moment to moment, until the two are together. I'm pretty fond of themes like that. :) I particularly enjoy the image towards the end, of two lovers turning to sleep hand in hand, so content and ready to spend a night together--it puts me in the place you're talking about in an extremely poetic way. Keep up the great work. :)