Dandelion Clock

You kissed four o’clock towards me


Counting out the dandelion clock

It must have been the first time

I had noticed

Texture in another’s skin



Though I did not understand the genetics

Involved in my next command,

When you blew six o’clock in my face

I became aware of the shape

Your lips were making

And remembered the contours

All that night,

Into my pillow.