our time is always Sunday

a day out of time, liminal, between life and death

desire burns mostly unspoken but present

only occasionally expressed in touch

for a moment

long moment sometimes

too soon lapsed

none of these with any reason

behind but habit and old pain

from before our meeting

so on and on

and on

transient between there and here

where we are

could we make it another day now

of distance

open doors

to each other

while breath endures?

18th June 2025 #5DaysOfEros 5.3 The Erotics of Sundays