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The time, still

The seconds, unwavering

For the moment stands still

A moment

Unadulterated by the most liberal of touch

We stand

We sit

Together in mind

Together in spirit

Joined

Coalescent in thought and body

The precision with which the very motion

Hearts beating

In a composite of the very pure

Screaming

Not with pain but the emotion of being again one with you

Crying

Not with pain but the emotion of holding you

One need not speak longer

The bond, so strong

So breakable

You stand now a man

Before, a boy

We are intertwined in the most insatiable desire

The fear of parting lost

For the time, still.