When Everything Slows

Can not stop listening to that heart of yours.
Head to Chest in sunlight curtain rooms.

Fingers touch softly on cheeks and lips.
More so Expressed as passion flows.

Blocked from shady figures on outside world.
Do not compair us with elders for we are none.

A sanctuary of ours to call our own.
No words are spoken out of our mouths.

But through our minds from which they came.
Silently drifting down skulls and cascade of hair.

Last forever a second as every thing slows.
Until the very last second when all is right.