Time is now
Or never
Plucking petals
Off a flower

She loves me –
A tentacle of grasping
She loves me not –
A highway of despair

I stand in the middle
Christ’s heart in my chest
Stems at my feet
Pema, metta, kama
Trio of desire
Roots waiting for declension

Past, present, future
Conditional, subjunctive
Possible endings
Stretching into infinity

But we are the ones who make time
Love is the one that releases it