The Shared Air
Souls like these breathe sweet release
inhaling each others air
Falling locks sweep over your frame
encasing you in this moon soaked room
Soft scent of perfume...lingers from you
my pillow will sing of your absence
Tracing sinew with felt tip fingertips
you draw invisible words on my chest
Thoughtful gazes say more than pass our lips
no words for these moments that go without saying
Your chest rise and fall calming
soft tones of speech echo in silence
Captured by each others arms, drifting slowly
we talk now in murmurs, trailing off
My fingers run through your silken hair
rhythmically calming us both
Fading at last to a sweet lovers sleep
inhaling each others air
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