Touch is all that’s needed to be a you and me.
Everything is embrace of my lips that settle against your breast
quickening the pace of heartbeats,
signaling promise for more to come
in this sudden secret moment.
And though there is no length of time in “now”
your touch, for just this moment,
transforms closeness of flesh and bone and blood
into a magnitude of miracle,
into metaphor for love.
For us this moment is ceremony.
breathing ritual timeless mantras –
a present tense reverence
of sacred forces in resonance
that advocate or motivate
formula for attaining love.
Placed outside of time
our love becomes
contentment,
absent of ornament.
It stays itself.
Is what begins and follows.
No need nor time to master this conceit
as there’s nothing to articulate,
no squandering of syntax
no upending of cognition.
Faithful to this moment
we fuel the heart with passion
steer towards reckless romance
even without the crutch of metaphor
and treasure breathless recognition.
We, like time, unravel and speak:
"I you love,
love you I"
— Ed Sancious
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