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.”
