by greenmountaineer
It's gotten even better. Those first two lines are the very essence of sexy, and the poem itself flows effortlessly down to that last stanza, which breathes loveliness down to the last word. Gorgeous, gm.
(Is it perhaps the significance of time that is the mind's invention? As you yourself point out, time is, with or without us. That's more of a fun discussion, irrelevant to the beauty of the poem, which I think is unquestionable.)
So erotic and yet it's all image and metaphor and all of it underscores the notion of time. Beautiful, gm!