We so easily

slip into the

intestacies

of Time's Pauses

where we

make love;

where time

draws the window curtains

for our modesty

 and our pleasure.

Moments

swirl

dance and play

 on window sills

and make

light fandangos

 for our play

for our taffy hearts on display.

Touch my lips

with soft breath,

finger tips

down my

 curved spine

 where hands

land

on smooth skin

erupting

senses

meshed;

rising.

Instants

playon your chest

dance upon

your breasts

rising to my touch.

All is wonderful here.

Shut away

are the Outside Fears

the Them Out There

for Inside Here

is Our World

perfectly mixed

with your  Open Beating Heart

 and my Desire-

 My Betwixt

 and Your

Between

 Igniting.

There is in this

 no other time

 than this--

 our Time--

 there is no other gift

 than this gift given

 Betwixt

 and Between us.