Wipe The Clock Clean Poem by mark king

Wipe The Clock Clean;
By mark king

I. As I lay upon my bed dreaming my head is filled of the beauty who shares my bed.
II. The sun streaks through the window telling me that fate has granted me another day.
III. I hear my lover fumbling in the kitchen till the footsteps fall and she is in the doorway.
IV. Smoke and mirrors couldn’t hide that look. The one that pierces and makes me wince.
V. As I sit up my dream fades as her smile that never fades does!
VI. Her words surprise me, but all I do is look at the clock, because I’m out of time.
VII. Lonely creeps up my spine as the stupid things I always do flash through my mind.
VIII. She’s expecting to hear what I can’t give, so I wipe the clock clean, now it ticks no more.
IX. It’s her last moment with me and she curses at me, but that’s Ok, it’s just another name for me.
X. I reach to touch her only to wipe the tears away and steal a kiss, my last kiss.