Innate

time is not where i found you,
it is not when i love you
time is merely another place to hold you, to express 
to you and remind you
time is not where  we began
time is not where we love,
it is a place to love,
and to be loved.

like our late night drives  to the corner store,
not really caring whether  it be open or closed,
its the drive together that truly matters
its the cherished little sips we share.

Filled with these  sensations,
the soft warm scent of safety's  vulnerability
the window down, the music high,  our hands naturally nestled,
laughter and compassion is an astral  breath, 
you look  through me,
you look with me
as I to you
nothing is said
but exhales
and warm chuckles.

in fractured time  a stillness settles,
it is then and there  in-between
the unseen and the felt,
the unconsciousness  and the awareness
aches a feeling of innate familiarity,
its ricochets through every muscle and every touch,
defying logic, reason and comprehension
its the taste of innumerable  miles upon miles of  vast expanses
the taste scent smell and feel of  Serenity's peace.
its the sweet natural ease,  and simplicity

its love. not. formed in time. 


time is not where i found you,
it is not when i love you
time is merely another place to hold you, to express 
to you and remind you
time is not where  we began
time is not where we love,
it is a place to love.


and it is the  place where i will hold you
as life goes on by