the thrill

silenced
by the loud shrill,
by the sheer thrill

of our breaths
shattering
one another
upon each we take,
each we break.

they’ll meet in the middle
and chase each other
round a rollercoaster of gasps
that come seconds apart.

all a manifestation
of the pleasure that resides
in our minds
and is always a’lurking

touching on reality
until we indulge it,
until we indulge in it.

resulting in so much,
never ceasing in immensity
when you so brusquely
touch me.

oh what a pity it can’t be forevermore

so let’s enjoy it while it lasts,
watch time and life go past
while we listen to ourselves glisten

in the sheer shrill
of our silence.

oh my dear,
what a thrill.