Making Moments

Unhesitant, I scooped dollops of cream

From mine, to load your overflowing shake

As if it were an act most natural for me

As stealing a bite from your rice plate 

Then you licked clean the straw & spoon

That I had rolled over with my lips

In that instant your being touched mine

As if locked there in an endless grip

Nonchalantly did we ignore these deeds

And pretended that what we did was inane

But without even glancing at one another

we had proclaimed something deeply sane

These instances will remain just that

Lived and shared in those wordless glances

We did nothing but make moments

To embrace in our hearts as fleeting chances