Your breath is like the wind

Howling, howling, howling
the winds penetrate the thick silence
a knife to the ears
your breathing, so calm so calm so calm
the rise and fall of your chest
Restless, I watch
Yearning yearning yearning


25 June 2017

Scrambling we find ourselves
Lost in thought, lost in our own worlds
I reached for you hand but you could not see me
Your visions encapsulated his voice
His touch
You were more lost than me
Withdrawing, I brought you back
Kissed your forehead with one last lingering
“Please find yourself”
Your deer eyes in my headlights