They say to do it for the hell of it

But forget about the Heaven

Of the moments in between

After

The laughter, the rosy red blemish

The lean on the shoulder,

The slight nudge to get closer

Moments captured in rafters

Raptured by laughter

Ravaged by

And wrapped in

A pristine melody, a song

Of memories to be

Stripped down to

Naked humanity

Not of savage depravity

But where dreams begin to sing

Given life

Begin to breathe

Truly, the moments are fleeting ones

But not what they achieve