A Dimension of Time
The time has come
His hand caresses her check
She squeezes his other hand
Time is slowing
The heads getting closer
Eyes close
Time is about to stand still
They soon will touch
One thinks, “Finally”
The time is now
Their lips lightly touch
The clock freezes with lips in place
Time is this moment
The lips stay together
Time is an instance
He releases to lightly return
She smiles in her heart
Time is steady
He is her sanctuary
She is his muse
Time ticks
He kisses her upper lip
She – his lower
Time is a tempo
He is slow
She is lost
Time beats
Lips nibble
They immerse
Time is an interval
His tongue engages lightly
She sighs
Time is a continuum
He is delicate
She is his delicacy
Time is a spell
His
Hers
Time is a span
His pace is steady
She hastens
Time is a point on a span
He succumbs
She leads
Time is theirs
Time becomes the past
Their time returns
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NOTE: Although some of described certain past posts as poetic, I’ve never posted a poem – so this is the first! Then again, it may not even be a poem – and if it is, I have no clue about its type or style. Nonetheless, thank you Fiery @ Silently Smouldering Words for writing a poem with a line that inspired me to write this.
A Frank Angle 