It's your eyes, I said, and I could say no more. That moment, that atmosphere, suspended on itself. Charged. Electric. I could've leaned over - just leaned over. But that space opened like a gulf. It became precipice and brink, vortex, and void. And it would've been a great, great fall. From reason to desire, an impossible crossing, from universe to universe. Instead I let our silence fall. I remained where I was, leaned back, hesitant, desiring, scared. Almost, just almost. The moment passed. The moment was over.
M.
Nose, lips, pressed into the horizontal of neck. An undulating parallel, merged, made invisible, replaced by scent, softness, and six seconds of youth, fleeting, made indivisible.
E.