Our Own Heaven

Kisses stolen.
All the time in the world isn't enough.
Fingertips brush against bricks,
my silent smile, filling the blanks.
The sun blinds me
just for a moment.
There's an almost promise,
an unmeant oath,
of somethin new on the wind.
Palms pressed together,
eyes looking up,
toward forever.
We never even thought of looking back.
Soaring,
we steal kisses flying on
angel wings.
All the time in the world,
in the making of this,
our own heaven.