secret love and the fastest way to loneliness

there is always that moment before lips touch lips when every emotion is hung in suspension.
when you realize you are wanted.
that instant relays so much more than could ever have been expected.
the desire.
rough desire.
between two people.
or maybe its holding the promise of a future and dedication of two in love.
a signal to those who look on that there is committment.
perhaps it is the last exchange between two, with the dread of farewell lurking on the fringes of present time.
or its the sign of putting past arguments behind and moving on in a relationship.
theres so much meaning in that moment of seconds.
where time can slow down or speed up
where you feel.

i want to exist in that time.
i want to know that i am hung in a frame of a matter of seconds, which means nothing to the infinity of stretch of time that exists in this world, but means everything at that moment.
in that time where my mind has stopped and can not get past.
where my senses were slowed, reaction times were grown, and yet my mind is fixated on that one moment that meant nothing.
yet these words, they were born from it.
they were created and strung together in that instant.

it all made sense.