Monday, February 6, 2017

Elements 1: Air



I hear you call my name,
Your voice exhaled, blowing on a breeze,
Warm and soft,
Like springtime,
Like morning,
Awakening me to new life,
Carrying me, eddying and swirling back to you.

Your inhalation drawing me ever closer,
Until you draw me in,
Through lips slightly parted,
So I can live inside you.

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