My Late Night Feast

A woman. A woman so perfect in a moment it almost destroys time, the concept of it. Nothing else around. At all. Only the seconds ticking by utterly perfectly. Furiously. A woman. One body. A universe.In my hands. On my lips. Magical you. If I'm dreaming, still happiness excapsulates me. A warm bath to drown in. Sublime.

The most powerful man in the universe. The most powerful woman. A collision.

You stumble. I'll lend a hand, catch your fall, graceful or not. And the heart opens, and the heart closes, and it opens again. Beating to songs, to life, to crescendo and then end. The aftermath. The kisses. Of eyes, of lips, of bodies. Everything in its right place. One more time.