We so easily <br />slip into the <br />intestacies <br />of Time's Pauses <br /> <br />where we <br />make love; <br /> <br />where time <br />draws the window curtains <br />for our modesty <br />and our pleasure. <br /> <br />Moments <br />swirl <br />dance and play <br />on window sills <br />and make <br />toys <br />for our play <br />and taffida <br />ornaments <br />singing. <br /> <br />Touch my lips <br />with soft breath, <br />finger tips <br />down my <br />curved back <br />where hands <br />land <br />on smooth skin <br />erupting <br />senses <br />meshed <br />rising. <br /> <br />Instants <br />play <br />on your chest <br />dance upon <br />your breasts <br />rising to my touch. <br /> <br />All is wonderful here. <br /> <br />Shut away <br />are the Outside Fears <br />the Them Out There <br />for Inside Here <br />is Our World <br />perfectly mixed <br />with your Beating Open Heart <br />and my Desire- <br /> <br />My Between <br />and Your <br />Betwixt <br />Igniting. <br /> <br />There is in this <br />no other time <br />than this <br />Our Time <br />there is no other gift <br />than this gift given <br />Betwixt <br />and Between us.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-between-and-my-betwixt/
