Tantrastic
In still embrace, we hold me close and strain for the rhythm of our heart.
Remembering, we breathe and hold my breath, we hold my breath and then we breathe.
We look at me and I ask?
We say hold and hold and hold and hold …
Remembering, we breathe and hold my breath, we hold my breath and breathe.
And we ask? We ask …
Remembering, we breathe, hold, breathe, hold, breathe, we hold my breath and breathe.
If we could, if we could fly. If we could, if we could shine. If we could, if we could still time.
The clock hesitates, then ticks a tock.
A rush of time that cannot rush.
A swift of time with one pace swamps the clock, a tick a tock, a tick a tock … at one, at rest.