Where this is going
suspension of time
is to be expected
That’s what always happens to me
when I surrender

Under this sky
suspended in amber
an artefact from some undefined age
this moment knows no history
it belongs to you and me, today

Stretch out beside me
I’ll rub your back
slowly
with no other purpose
but to feel the soothing calm
of the touch of your skin

(5 August 2017)