Expiration Date

There is something soothing in
Expiration date encounters.
No pressure
No expectations
No tomorrow.
Only that moment,
That night,
That day,
That week.
All that matters are seconds,
Millimeters
And macro-themes.
No small talk,
Or no talk at all.
No overthinking,
Or no thinking at all.
Just dance,
Dance between two strangers
That are no strangers at all.
At least not in that moment,
That night,
That day,
That week.
They are nothing and everything.
They are free.
Free to explore
The depths of each other's mind.
The blinding beauty of each other's body.
The deafening horror of their very own passion.
They are free.
Free to know themselves as they never did and never will.
There is something soothing in tick tock moments.
We try more.
We try less.
We give in more.
We give in less.
And remain lovers forever,
And lovers at all.
The poetry is born,
Lived,
Tasted,
And forever gone.
There is something soothing in late night meetings.