Your breathe only inches away as you sleep
I feel you…but not the whole you
Only what you have passively discarded
Unknowingly exhausted from your intimate self
Wishing to be your breath
Moving into you gently , filling you up
Wanting to be vital for your existence
Will I ever be
Your chest rises
My heart defies my mind
I move closer to your body
Your mouth only inches from mine
I eagerly take the only thing you are willing to give
I breath your breathe , so warm and comforting
You fill my mouth … is it enough
I invite you in where few have invaded
circulating though my every sense
I am internally exposed
Synchronizing our breath
Our breathe is one
Yet you slumber
Unaware of your possession
Breathe….. what if it were your last
My heart would surely collapsed
Wriiten By Shreen Michaels
