That which is always yearned for,
never gotten.
Arms filled, smooth buttery, silky skin,
faces crowding reality.
Faces showing the true beauty,
ecstatic abandon filled with soulrenting torment.
The moment will end.
The glow will fade.
Memories alone will do justice,
that which can be attained,
only through experience.
Warmth, gentle caresses,
soft words saying utter truth.
Two seperate entities,
only momentarily more than combined.
Yin gives a glimse of eternity,
Yang shows the value of the moment.
Eternity in the moment.
Bombs may drop,
memories may fade,
the moment,
will still be the moment.
Eternity in an instant.
-jason