fleeting memories
of tangerine streaks
that swept the sky
lying there with you
pressed against my side
muted sounds that edged through silence
the soft rhythm of your breathing
the moist scent of you near
oh, that I could capture this instant
and rest till the curl of a pale crescent moon
raises overhead
I would lay there
and claim this moment
that it shall always
be enough
~elizabeth adams
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Great!
I feel the same when holding my 4 Years old.
So sweet that you want time to stop
Yes, I know that feeling. That moment that you would just like to freeze in memory, yet somewhere it lies like a snapshot, visual and kinesthetic, always there to touch back into. Always. So beautiful…