# #clocks

1 poem

## [no](https://chromato.graphics/no)

do i have to belt you?  
to overcome a bubbling  
or are my words enough  
to staunch the flowing  
from leaking fountains

pleasure is never free,  
even when it is a gift.  
beg me with honeysuckle  
pollination. allergies.  
only believe in denial.

muscle tension, hunger.  
dew’s wetter than rain.  
desperate questions tie  
barricade tape tighter.  
no. a complete sentence

the longer we wait here  
clock hands move slowly  
waiting, praying on the  
dripping limestone tile  
a sacrifice in purpose.

release is for the weak  
but you are strong, no?  
every drop metered out.  
are you grasping at it?  
there isn’t a shortage.

don’t ask me again, now  
you know my answer love  
age years in the bottle  
our flavor concentrates  
only believe in denial.