One moment can last forever,
suspended in the air.
It can disappear in the blink of an eye,
a puff of smoke that may or may not have ever been there
at all.
It all started with a moment.
He brushed aside my auburn hair
with cold hands,
sent a shiver down my spine
and electricity coursing through my veins.
I could feel his breath on my ear,
warm and sweet,
could feel the scratch of his chin,
unshaven against my cheek.
His heart beat through his shirt,
light pitter-patters against the cotton,
and he shook as if every nerve
was about to explode, every
expectation about to shatter.
His nose glided against mine,
breath hot on my face as he
knelt his head towards mine and stared,
our eyes locked in a
beautiful magical terrifying
gaze.
And we knew that this was it,
it was our turn to make the rules and
our turn to chase the night and
our turn to understand and
our turn to -
It all ended with a moment.