Human-Absent Beauty

Time is golden; silence a fake
Breathe again, I love the sound.
Birds laugh at human-absent beauty
Tick-tock, and the people search

Time is golden; your neck delicious.
Second hand burns half-open eyes
Birds gawk at the sounds of love
Tick-tock, and the people cry

Time is golden; clocks fall flat
Splintered wood dig my spine
Birds crave lovers’ passion
Tick-tock, and the people ascend

Time is golden; lock your eyes
Fingers pull lips in split seconds
Birds warn tear-stained bodies
Tick-tock, and the people know