At moments like this,

At moments like this,

When the body feels

More than flesh,

In its aches

And agues,

There lies a connection

Between us.

Even the edges,

Where the air touches

The skin.

And the hairs on my arms

Stand on end,

The substance of me

Leaks out,

And melts into you.

It is more than love.

This resurrection

Of souls,

When the world

Collapses

Into itself.

And all of creation

Can be held

In the space between us.

Within our sphere,

There is circularity.

And as time fails

To mark itself,

All things continue

To remain equal,

And unnoticed,

Everything stops.

In that moment

And without fanfare,

All has changed.

Imperceptibly

We have grown

Even closer

And the world,

All it means

All it seems,

Belongs to us.