The occasion flashed
By like the thunder’s rumble
In the lightning’s wake;
The calendar says days passed –
But time did not linger, no.
Nae way to savor
Except in the instant when
We paused to caress,
Present twinkling, we like stars
Became bodies made regal.
A dance, a song, lived
Evanescent, only ours,
Beautiful freedom
With one another conjoined
Still ourselves, we become us.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 