Restraint

I know you are there, 

and the world stops.

It has to, you see.

There are too many things

pushing me, pulling me,

demanding me,

and all I can do is make sure

to save the spaces for you.

Those moments are far too few;

it’s like pointing to the moss in a sidewalk crack

calling it a garden.

Yet, they sustain me.

Here I breathe.

Here I burn.

The world starts again in those moments,

our world.

Words and sounds

sealed up in the old one

rush from me.

I cannot stop touching you.

My skin too long denied

the presence of your hands and lips

has its own demands to make,

yet delights in yielding

to the desires of yours.

Too soon
we return to where we were.

And delight must give way

to sensible adulthood,

littered with busyness.

But it only lasts,

until the next time

the world stops again,

when we can sate ourselves once more.

Song Choice: Love Reign O'er Me by The Who 

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny.