This the Day

Were this the day were this the moment culled from all moments... Softly, so softly, I'd slip down your brow kiss away that furrow staunch guardian of your mind And gently fold myself inside. Creep slowly down your long neck, then in reverse my hungry mouth impatient would find and meet and break your gated guard of treasure. My lips would so tightly fuse to yours incapable of breaking from lips that seem as mine. Then, my dear, free we'd drift nothing more than us you and me forever would we be... Floating free us two as one free you and me making us over and over and over again.