Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Air forms--2003

The fresh sun filters
through the tiny holes
in the blinds


The new air glides
through the screen
onto my neck


Your soft body
radiates warmth
and keeps me calm
Your beautiful head
on my soft pillow


Your breath rises
and falls
a steady tide
such bliss


I will lie here
half awake
for as long as I can.

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