A moment to hold you

In this moment, I want to hold you. Yes, like we did. To hold your head close to my chest, still within reach of my lips. I kiss your head and feel the warmth on my lips. My arms around you, touching all I can touch, caressing softly. Breathing deeply together. When a nose is accustomed to a smell, it overlooks it, but, oh hun, never yours, never ours. I love our smell; it comes to me. And so we breathe us in, sighing, moaning, smiling. Time can flow from our fingers like this, but never each other. The hold is not tight, not constricting. It is gentle, it is loving.