Long Before Life

Michael Brakemeyer
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

That time
Long before life
Became rushed like
Hustling, running
Like some train schedule
Racing the clock like
Some smiling madman

Once upon a time
Clock hands halted their
Eternal march
Late afternoons gleamed with
Golden dewed light
Suffused with warmth upon
Two tangled bodies

She held a thick book underneath
Two soft pillows of her chest
The voice rising and falling matching
As waves to a masted schooner
He listened and watched her voice
Float through the dusty air to land upon his chest
Caressing with such tenderness

Stillness, such naked stillness
Two souls in harmonious silence
The book is placed gently down
Hands enmeshed, lovers sign
Her head resting on his bare shoulder
Breathing synonymous with
The slow ticking of a fan

Light fades, as it seeps into summer night
As never seen it cast
Amber bathed limbs flexed, twisting
Molecular strands inhabiting space
Bold yet still, drinking in time slowly
The moist stillness, lips making words
Where no sound was needed

Let this moment be frozen
No need for words or actions of
Certain nocturnal activities
The blue light of night
Encased a thin shell between
Such contented beauty and boisterous falsehood
Time then stood very still indeed

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Michael Brakemeyer

Cinema Enthusiast at BRAKEintoFILM.com

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