The Place outside of Time

Engulfed in sweet molasses,
dried by kisses, confused by caresses;
alert, silent vigil on a restless night,
failing to realise
that a morning would not come.
Held tenderly in the gloom,
cracking lips
scouring chlorine from her skin;
trembling fingers gently probing
the surprises of her curves.

In darkness I got in,
by darkness I walked out
from the Place outside of Time.

Deep at the blackest end
of the longest night
flashes her lingering scent,
flickers an impression
of the arches of her lips,
glow the pulsing beats
of the moist shrine
surrounded by her hips.