these brief moments
alone with you.
The clock violates the secret spaces
that we can finally share.
Make them safer,
more intense, give them your voice,
your laugh,
the blue flame that escapes your eyes,
the fever of your skin,
white and flushed
and fine like a petal.
Let clumsy words
roll around the world.
Nobody will ever know
the truth about these hours
which lead roles
are you and me and the silence
of the fugitive pleasures
and the transient happiness.
Beautiful! from another Hopeless Romantic.. Such a wonderful project Andrea's. You are a legend x
ReplyDelete"The clock violates the secret spaces..."
ReplyDeleteI love this line. Boring, mundane things like seconds and minutes and hours intruding on those special moments you wish would never end (but you know they have to).