Timeless: Poetry


Time is never as blissfully eternal 
as when I exist in your arms: 

Your spoken silence
opened my eyelids,
then your scent embraced me
a moment before your arm
wrapped around my middle
to pull me close;
the sleepy kiss you pressed
to my nape made my beating heart
stand still

And there,
in the span between
your slumber and my awareness,
I fell in love with you.


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