Hole In The Hedgerow

This gift of this present. How many blinks and breaths?

Just once, let time move slow, but the seconds tick, my heartbeats skip.

The moment drifts, with urgent passion in its passing and beauty in its flow.

Now, this drifting passing now, where words just aren’t enough.

Music gets close, poetry does its best. Only the eyes say it all, and only now.

Just once, let time not scare me, but seconds tick, my heart beats heavy.

Let any breath be my last, but this breath now, in the forest of your hair.

My time here, burning out with the lights. There’s passion in the fire and beauty in the burning.

Just once, let the time pass unnoticed, and let me be in this fleeting now.

This moment. To see you. Eye to eye. Hand in hand. Skin on skin. Just once.