There are 1,013,913 words in the English language
Yet I couldn't string any of them together
To properly describe this beauty
Sensory intake has interrupted my soliloquies
Red dirt on skin turned to tea leaves on rust
Time took a break to look around

Veins run like rivers
Dumping into the ocean
Poetry flows from waving fingertips
Voices are ballroom dancing with each other
And we all realize
Time is a nasty little habit

Everything has become animalistic
Like there's a primal urge to be happy
Forget the iPhones
Nothing compares to the imprints on my palms
From pressing my hands on the collar bones of
Time