“Suspended Moments”

My mind remembers those suspended moments we created,
those instances when we surrendered to become one,
the hours we lived inside each other’s dream
to stop time.

You said to me:
make love to me—
so I may embrace tenderness and gentleness,
so I may savor your kiss,
not just the climax of love,
I want our bodies to experience the passion of our soul,
the attention of our hearts,
as if we fill our senses
with a thousand flavors of love.

When we kiss, our lips fuse.
Our tongues hesitate,
silence speaks
as if time helds its breath
stretches of stillness and eternity
between passion and knowledge
before exploring the depths of each other,
and the dream of becoming one.