30/12: The Delicious In Between

I relish the languor of
these in-between spaces,
the nameless parts of
a journey, so delectably
decadent. The four minute
trance of coffee in the air
as the grounds dance
with water to birth
you the perfect cup.
The nanosecond lull
between lightning crack
and thunder clap;
smelling the rain
hours before
you feel it
on your skin;
the standstill
of morning
as you wait
for your lover
to wake.

There is
something
delicious about these
in-between spaces;
between to-and-from,
and what-and-how.
The impossible length
of the minute it takes her
to catch your eye as she
touches her lip. The
unbearable interlude from
falling star to
sparkle of wish come true.
The intoxicating moment it
takes for champagne
bubbles to go
straight to your head.
The insufferable 
pause
between
 ‘Will you?’
and
‘I do!’

I relish the languor of
these in-between spaces,
these luscious subtleties
of time. Here in the calm
between sunset and
moonshine, when
there is nothing more
to say or do, I will
languish in the
delicious nothing of now.