This Moment

It's enough, for a moment, to touch hands
And not to speak in shadows: here we chase  
The memories we're made of, that expand  
As every instant passes; if I place  
My trust in staying with you, hiding love  
By losing it, then finding it, in spite  
Of barely breathing, as fingers compose  
Diaphanous, smooth love songs, which ignite  
New passions built together; we may find,  
By touching hands in silence, we can share  
A thousand bedroom fantasies that bind  
Us to each other in the artful prayer  
You mouth, before you undo each tight cuff  
That hold me to this moment just enough.