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