There was experience -
space and place were left behind
while we were there. Long grasses
swayed, and wildflowers sent their
scent into the air. Mistily, the slightest
rain fell down as if a morning dew were
melting o'er our skin.
We were together then,
And nothing else existed, not for us.
The wider world was busy spinning
endless industry, while you and I
flew high and wide, into the universe.
A moment of experience in love,
before the wider world came to
separate us once again.
Then all the rules and
past propriety, bore down to reek
a havoc of disruption. A cell phone
rang - and time came back again.
Its industry was never welcome
there. A moment of experience,
so pure and so complete, and then
the harsh command of interruption...
? Michaelette ?
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