Slow motion

…it felt like it was just us left in the world, the rest of the world murmured like the drum of your car engine. He shot us into a moment, a slow motion; when our hearts began conversing; your face became clearer –it was mine, your lips were bold, they had a map to discoveries I would make. Your skin was hard, it held me down. My heart changed its beat, it tried pronouncing your name…