Personal Space

Oh darling won’t you
Maintain your personal space
And keep to yourself
Until the day is through?

But when the dust settles please:
Come into my personal space
And allow me the pleasure to
Come into yours.

Minute Hours

The clock strikes twelve:

The minute hand goes back and forth
Undecided on the twelfth hour
Whether to be five minutes early
Or five minutes late;

The hour hand looks on
Almost in disgust at how
The minute hand oscilates
As though in two minds;

Between the hour and minute hands
They can’t decide who moves on
Or who calls the shots
In affairs of moment and time;

Little wonder when it comes
To the brain and the heart!