Something beautiful and unexpected happens
When two souls press together,
Some part of time loosens it’s grip and,
If bouth souls are quick enough,
They can press away from the vice of each tick.
Pursuing for several undefined units of measurement,
something beautiful and lasting.
Something soft and unspoken.
[or what one imagines a cloud is as a child]
Pressing in on lips.
In other words,
a kiss out of time.
What happens within these undefined units
Is hardly describable;
However, the sentiment is such that it feels
As though several realities have collapsed in
On one another and there is both
Language and Silence,
Stillness and Movement
from both parties.
“Was I just talking?”
“I think so…”