The Drug That Is Time Poem by Arno Le Roux

This morning at 5 began six months before,
A stranger was sent with powers galore,

In one hand her heart the other gripped time,
The tall man walked slowly hearing the chime,

T'was a cold rainy eve at a news stand at eight,
The mere brush of her hand designed then by fate,

Holding an umbrella over her while he stood,
Drenched he watched as the last one she took,

He knew they were there for news of the same,
A partner was lost looking for fame,

A pilot en route to his glory and fame,
Plummeting from heaven gravity pulled a plane,

It was raining and wartime a pilot and a nurse,
Were handed the worst the ultimate curse,

She opened her eyes and realised the date,
Six months had vanished designed by her mate,

The man with the umbrella that held her that night,
Wouldn't give up he helped her to fight,

As usual by the fire well warmed up and fed,
She fell asleep and was carried to bed,

He'd sit up all night guarding her sleep,
Growing much fonder as the timing he'd keep,

'Dior's farenheit' his signature smell,
Mixed with fresh coffee in the air did he dwell,

He held her tight again just to assure,
Only time my dear will help you endure,

She looked up again at the time keeper she met,
The stranger with kindness her pain to forget,

The bed lamp again cast a shadow so tall,
His secret she carried only visible on the wall,

Total perfection this image of a man,
T'was for his love for woman he suffered the ban,

He cooked and he cared lifting her upward,
Merely her company was his great reward,

She suddenly noticed that during her sleep,
Her long nails again cut into him deep,

Another nightmare she woken him up,
Rushing over he made her sit up,

She could never repay him for turning the clock,
Back and forth until she said stop,

The winged man however saw that the drug,
Called time travel eventually her grave would then dug,

Altough he was sent to help deal with pain,
He knew that she had nothing at all to there gain,

By visiting her late lover all over again,
Would only increase her tremendous pain,

Lying naked and inviting under the silkiest of sheets,
Both didn't share the mere mortals needs,

She pulled him closer and kissed his large hand,
Where she scratched him and then made him up stand,

Next to her bed where for again she could reach,
Overcome by his scent she knew she would breach,

The pact they had made of their skins not to touch,
Too late she knew as her legs felt the couch,

He was carrying her back from her bed to the fire,
Breathing faster her palms wet with desire,

Each breath she took was longer and deeper,
Absorbing this stranger that made her a sleeper,

Soon she will have 13 seconds to flash to the past,
Back to the day that just wouldn't last,

Locking her fingers with his then so tight,
Both breathing deeper to help with her plight,

Her heart now racing her thighs close to cramp,
Her mind already was running to the camp,

Counting down 13 seconds her mind in the past,
While her body on earth in spasms was cast...

Arno Le Roux 2014