There is nothing between the extremes of life,
We soar above the clouds, surpassing all.
Close, bonded, united in a passion that astounds,
Complete, excited, mind as one, feeling the same emotions,
Sharing the same desires, knowing the same sweet peace.
The language we speak is silent, yet it is deafening.
We know each other’s thoughts, each knowing well
The other’s needs and longings of their soul.
To step out of this world and to enter our own sweet place
That no one else has entered nor ever will.
These times are precious; they give release,
They give the mind its chance to breathe.
The body is a cage that restricts, that contains,
That suppresses, that holds one down
When the inner self is longing to be free.
These times are longed for, waited for?
They are the only times when there is total ease
To be together, with none to interfere, to call,
To ask, to want or to demand attention.
This time is ours, to be shared by none.
Then it is over. Reality returns and shouts!
Shouts to shatter the peace that fades too soon.
The mind is in turmoil once again
And only memories are held in one’s deep soul.
Fading into the distance, into the dark.
The body resumes its place, it marches on,
Disliking what is happening, wanting to change
Trying to find some middle way
To minimise the intolerable distance
Which is pulling us further apart.
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