necklace and telephone

And as you turn quiet, the time
stops to move. The turquoise waves
flowing frantically
over the surface of the
blue green oceans, become still.
The facetious birds
diving in the blueness of the sky
turn into black dots of an unstilted awe,
suspended in the
timeless vacuums of the air.
All dimensions, known-unknown, connecting
each life to the
other flowering one, begin to disintegrate.

And soon, the world shrinks
into a tiny lace of mist,
that fits so well in the periphery between
your two unmoving lips.
And with every wisp of breath
that I seize from
that still air,
un-sliced, unadulterated
brimming with the numinous waves of your
unfathomable, killing yet
enchanting silence,
a thousand lives are lived.
A thousand loves, reborn.