There is a hush

There is a hush

When breathing

Is no more than a whisper,

Outside

The wind, rustling through

The variegated ivy,

So striking in its

Multi coloured coat

Of more than ever green,

Makes no sound,

Shut out by tightly

Fitting windows,

Closed against the cold.

The soft skin

Of her finger tips,

Strokes my back,

Rhythmically,

It burns like fire.

The heat searing

My body

Brands me

As ever hers.

I stroke her thigh

Completing the circuit

And we choose not to move

Beyond this joint

Enterprise.

It is within our gift

And the moment

Lingers.

Holding us together,

Bound by different rules

That transcend

The paucity

Of our human

Understanding,

Elevating us

Beyond such earthly confines

And we float,

Out,

Into the infinite.