Poetry #2

Secrets held within a bag

Reveal the long-lost answer

The only sign upon the tag

A name you don’t remember

Counting from a backwards clock

Is gradually getting louder

Your breathing slows, your numbness grows

Reach out for your lover

Rising metal fingers ease

You lean in for the first time

A book of fleeting fantasy

Is faded from the sun shine

Soft to touch and sweet of smell

Most things that are poison

If I were you, I’d try and prove

I even knew the question