The spice between the tastes
The tingle between the touch
The pause between the beats
It meets the pulsing movements
In-between
The rush between release
The gush down the esophagus
The lull is neither drink
As thoughts slip while I think
In-between
Still eyes between the looks
The chill between the cries
Why I still wait for movement
When the dusk draws out too long
In-between
The death that no one’s touched
The word that’s not yet spoke
Hopes and angers mingling
While we’re softly singing
In-between