Stopping Time

In the most perfect moment ever, I wanted to stop time forever.

Stopping Time

On your doorstep
in sweaty summer,
the dust pools in the folds of our skin.
The hum of moths is like
a pack of tiny motorbikes
attracted to the light.
The frayed hem of your t-shirt
grazes my thigh
as we both sit damp from swimming.
I hold my breath
with pursed, chapped lips,
stopping time forever.