V: The moment’s upon us. M: The heavy sigh, the lazy eyes. V: Your head rests gently on my shoulder; M: so gently. V: I reach for your hand with my own M: and it’s clasping now, like mine. V: Trailing fingers, M: brushing palms; V: exploring. M: And not a word is spoken. Our hands say more V: and yet more still, M: ignorant of the truth, V: of the danger... M: every knock on the door, every ring on the phone; V: silence. M: Hiding from the visitor. V: Hiding from truth. M: We lay hidden beneath our breathing; V: our hands, indifferent. M: The heavy sigh, V: the telling eyes, they see it all; M: desire, V: guilt, M: love. V: One will preside. M: Was this inevitable? V: Perhaps. M: Avoidable? V: Perhaps. M: Then why you? Why me? V: Right now, I neither know nor care. M: But done? V: Most wonderfully. M: Most passionately. V: Most fondly. M: The kiss was V: perfect. M: And the next and the next... V: the moment’s upon us M: and it’s now or never. V: We enter a deeper danger, M: the silence is broken V: and our hands still speak beneath our breathing.