Intermezzo
Between the gasp and the laugh and the getting of it,
Between the smile and the twinkle in the eyes,
In the cracks between the seconds
And the gulf between the days,
Between the climax and the post-coital sighs.
Between the pain and the passion and the longing,
Between the dusk and the embers of the morn,
In the breath before the words
And the wake before the sleep,
Between the night and the breaking of the dawn.
Between the touch and the kiss and the breaking away,
Between the kitchen and the bedroom and the stair,
In the pause before the tears
And the lull before the storm,
I remember when I fitted in somewhere.
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