Flinch

It is the quickest of seconds
when the mind detaches
from its strings
holding it to the heart
and suddenly
feels the shake
as a single memory's balm
is drunk by the soul.

All that fills the head
washes away
to make place for that soothing
touch
reaching into every part of our being.

Consuming in a pure trance of affection,
pulse entwines eternity
like tomorrow will never come.

Eyes behold the beauty
outlining the icon of inspiration
giving off that aroma of waking,
we inhale like a drug.

One flinch becomes more precious
through the offering of a mood so euphoric
than any other beat throbbing in the chest.