Walking towards the future, but
Somehow time is still frozen.
As we sit and we breath, our
Pulses beating together.
An otter and its pebble, holding on
So tightly,
Refusing to let the sea take it away.

But as we co-exist,

Our minds in different places yet still
Somehow aligned.
I realise that this moment we are in will
only last for a second.

My fingers tracing the space between
Your knuckles,
Your warm breath fogging
Up my neck, like a window
In the cold.
Running your lips over my shoulder,
Kissing away the steam, that your
Breath had left on my skin.

This moment may be
Ending soon,
But I will savour
Every memory.