Cupping a Leaking Moment

Time twirls around us
like hair around nervous figurers.
Ya like your beautiful hair
fanning upon the silken pillows.

Pillows as soft and malleable
as your tears sliding down your cheek.
Tears colliding on your nose
my fingers brush them from your lips.

Your lips
them that I have kissed
and have in return
kissed me.

So tender,
so,
always so,
rushed.

We slow to a heart beat
a calm, thump, thump.
A steady beating
our breaths converge.

We let go as sleep drowns us
my hand in yours
holding you holding me
*sigh*