It was only a minute.
No,
maybe less.
We were not
but a breath away
from one another.
You eyes
on the paper,
but mine?
Mine
were on you.
The way your hair fell about
your ear
as if it were liquid gold,
falling as water might
down a magnificent fall.
The subtle curve of your nose
drawing me to your lips
and I,
in that moment,
was yours,
enraptured
by the way your lips
formed its words.
It was only a minute
but there,
in the space between seconds,
amidst the infinitesimal void
that fills the silence
did you have every atom
of me.

~lt