moments attack
yes
they suddenly
sneak up behind your back
(climb up your spine as I see them)
and you feel them
pass without a sound
but still alarmingly loud
(and you scream as I cover my ears)
to forget
you always forget
we were so close yesterday
didn't you
couldn't you
wouldn't you see it?
(maybe it was your turn to cover up?)
and close to my breaking point
that extra special
god damn point
(note taken)
where your intentions
widely spread
much like my legs
when not entwined
(it could have been erotic if we were alive)
what do we make of this
falling sensation?
this hybrid
tension
in the creation they call
wonderful,
blissful,
remarkable,
(bulletproof)
beautiful,
life
as we live it
(as we die it)
as we feel it
slip away