The sound of your breath
on the outskirts of a dream flies high above me/ thick with hours of night, rest and love, in the dark your lips find mine. The hour is before dawn, before the first stretch/ first yawn of good morning/ the warmth of you wraps around me, my soul sings your glory/ you light the night with love/ peeling away the grit of the day/ our renewal/ a web, carefully spun, each and every morning like this one, we still don’t need words/just legs around waist, breasts against back we beg the sun for a few moments more/ our love is simple and divine, you are my air/ my breath/ my soul my everything/ you are the reason my heart sings. (C) 2013 Crystal Senter-Brown |
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