Out of time...

Night comes
The streets are empty,
Walking down the path,
Small change of words
They stop.
Eyes meet for the first time
Hands touch gently,
No sound but the slow breathing
Eyes close.
Night becomes clear as day
The cold becomes warm,
Breathing is heavy
Lips meet.
The energy is touchable
There is nothing else,
Two bodies become one
A pause.
Eyes meet again
No words are spoken,
Everything is said
A touch.
It begins all over again
As if they always known each other,
Now the world is theirs
No time.
Lips part slowly
Eyes open
A smile
It's over.