This holy moment
by Jantar
And now
this holy moment;
spent,
the blood withdrawing
and the moving done.
And now
you whisper softly
and your lips
and arms still hold me,
draw me in.
And now
my heart a furnace,
ticking,
cooling off -
and time restored.
And now
you smile at me.
Your fingers lick my hair
and dress my body
for the night.