Don Pearson - Space: Embracing the Void 🌌

There is space here <br />to consider that no outcome might exist, <br />that no fulfilment would itself fulfil. <br /> <br />We are suspended, enfolded <br />between playful, languid touches <br />and the coming convergence, <br />between seduction and loss of self. <br />You and I are still (you and I) <br />in this whispering time. <br /> <br />This calm shines with potential motion. <br />Your fingers on my neck, mine on your waist, our gentling lips <br />will break the spell, <br />cascade our incandescence and eclipse us both. <br /> <br />Dec 2000<br /><br />Don Pearson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/space-8/