Twist the tiny knob,
Turn the clock back to one.
Hide our small folly,
For now it is undone.
They will never know
How your hands curved
Around my waist,
Or how you bowed
Before me that sunlit day.
I will not speak
Of the words you breathed in heat,
Or the silvered gem
That rested at your throat.
No one will see
The glint in your eyes
When you told me to come
To your apartment that night—
A surprise, you said.
No one will know what it was,
Or the lies that spread
Like vines in the dark.
Our secret is sealed;
We have wound back the hours,
Yet I cannot conceal
This one last truth,
Sweet lover of mine—
No more of my time will I grant thee,
Now that I am not thine.
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