I don't have the time I used to
when I had the time
to dare, dream,
lie on the beach,
speaking in-out ocean talk
with your towel underneath.
The time it takes, days of awkard silences and
staring at a mouth you're learning to listen to.
You're offering me
days too few, too treasured.
They will become jewels in my fist,
too heavy to carry away, too precious to leave unmeasured.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starting-that-summer-romance/
