A moment in time,

Hot and wet, frail,

a moment of fragile passion,

heated exchanges when no one is looking.

Breakable movements and,

ever-passing moments,

where all your clocks are,

set to different times,

And life becomes a game,

Oh white rabbit,

I'm chasing you again.

Down and down and down,

cotton sheets are cold,

on the backs of legs,

and pillows frigid,

When your head collides with them,

to make the moment last,

When time is breaking and,

Worlds colliding,

the only thing left,

is here and now.