One Moment

It was a sweet night
of sweet things and sweet tastes
trickling, teasing, tip-toeing across the tips of tongues
and I held you
at arm's length
but close enough for a good look
and I looked with my eyes half-slit into small open intervals
of a number line
and I saw
You
and we watched as the waves crashed and the tides turned and all the other big cliches
in that little book
held their meaning
and you held me
for just one moment.