Enveloped
In a glow of the new
Trapping the moment
Ensconcing it in memory.

An attempt to stretch it
Preserve something
That slips so quickly
Fades into nothing

Wrapped in the warmth
A trail of fingers
A synchronicity of beats
A lapping of tongues

Breath on breath
The air thick and heavy
A heady potent perfume
Skin on fire

New, fresh and pure.
I’ll trap it under glass
Frame it in my hall of memories.