Love in the moment

Love is lived in the moment

It gives us wings and let ‘s us fly

Way beyond the galaxies,

Dream of words never thought nor spoken.

Moments so intense that they bear witness to our human frailty.

Love is a gift,

First looked at, studied

Then slowly devoured,

Exposed,

Unwrapped,

Slowly discovered first a finger then a hand,

Kisses everywhere,

The tongue highlighting uncovered territories.

Love is the most generous gift,

To gratefully enjoy but know its limits.

Don’t ask of it more than it can give.

Don’t take more than is offered.

Love enjoys and gives and takes.

And we grow with each intense moment.

Till we realise,

Love cannot save us, it only lives in the moment.

Love lives for itself, in the now.

The rest of our life happens somewhere else all together.