Tick and tack. And tuck.

There is so much time
in the meantime.
Velocity of blood
pounding in my ears.
Right under my skin.
You can almost hear.
our unborn moments
cracking under pressure
of time that we don't have.
Like ice.
There is so much time
in the meantime
we are running out of.
regardless promisses and naivity.
The dishevelled memories
and lips.
and all the ticking.