Call it beauty
or a fluke,
it happens.
The spine tingles.
Ears twitch
beyond control.
Lips meet.
Hands lock.
Two people come
to terms with each other
beyond any conceivable
pleasure.
The outside world
takes a backseat.
Time settles and
reality seeps in.
It becomes
s practical delusion
that only happens in
short
bursts,
only staying so good for so long.
Choices are made
that go beyond logic.
The feeling becomes
erratic
and always ready
to trickle
downward,
eventually hitting an
end.
