A Kiss

When the moment occurs, it is not a moment,

It is eternity within the moment.

It is not lips touching.

It is the mating of souls.

I know not where I am nor why.

We are together… somewhere…

Mutually we want not

For we are fulfilled.

 

We command time and space,

Together, entwining…

Floating free…

Buoyed on Elysian* wings…

 

 

I am wanted.

I am loved.

We return leisurely to – now.

My footing is gently found.

As one – we have breathed life’s fire.

 

Laurie Noelle
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* Elysian (Oxford English Dictionary) – “Relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.”