Everything stops

Everything stops

With a hug

Except for the beating of hearts

Pounding in chest cavities

Finding a rhythm

The earliest music

No wonder the drummer

Is at the heart of things

War and bleeding

Dance and ceremony

Ancient communique

Primal understanding

I hold you up

You hold me

Is there an ending

Or is all completion?

Wither is the way

Of arms and legs combined

Nary is there any separation

For in lovers

It is all or nothing

Once, when we did kiss

All the world stood still

And momentarily

Even the generous spirit

Could believe

We alone were

At the centre of all things