Odds Are

So what gets me,
isn't that you find me attractive,
and place kisses upon me

It is that we,
no longer desire,
kisses from anyone but us.

No casual sighting,
or furtive glance,
would put you at odds,
with me knowing,
I was first.

Never to be thrown aside,
for something better,
or to feel like,
I was something less.

1:51

One fifty one
time changes now
no more ticking of the clock
electrons dance
and i measure
time in visuals
when sounds have halted

Another minute done
time changes now
is even tick? Is odd tock?
take a chance
and in feathers
time individual
when thoughts have halted