each nare
expands
and then,
it falls
having reached
a climax of
inspired breath,
your cheeks,
flushed like this rose,
subdued,
a shimmer
of a silver tear
trapped
due to gravity
content to be
at home
upon your lovely face.
I’d kiss it now
but you would wake
and hold my hands
then kiss me,
sweetly
as you do.
I let you rest,
and watch
the twins, they rise,
each silent breath
flows near your heart
you stir,
was there
a wicked grin?
It’s gone inside
again,
I must be here,
awake
ohhhh….zzzzzzz
I drifted
into slumberland
you were not there,
my heart had ceased,
I could not feel its beat
inside my chest,
an icy wind
spread from my loins
a Hemlock drink,
for nerds,
great courtesy
of ancient Greece,
would suffocate
and take me far
so far from you.
You mumbled
in your sleep,
your hand,
the softest skin
and warmed
where heat knows best
your fingers clasp
each cell
now finds its mate
on mine.
Yes! We are one,
again we hold
the I and then the You,
until we sync
without a pacer
or a lead.
We are.
And we will be,
and grow,
ferment the way
of heavy summerwine.
And, like a unicorn
we are one soul.
Love is devine.