Without the excuse of time

It is awkward. I just met you and I feel bewildered. Just kissed your softness and those lips - feels like I forever want an answer to our bodies' present, without the excuse of time. I just touched you Forever. I just talked to the Internal One in you. At least you told me That you cared. And that thought Is the fuel. And the distance Will be scarce When we learn our names At will. For the ethereal Is more palpable When the soul Drives us all away. It is genuine. We just talked Our talks Away. Just kissed your hand and those lips - feels like I'd want forever an answer to our bodies' present, without the excuse of time.