The Embrace

The Embrace


I called
You did not answer.
Not right away, not in words.
Your mind was elsewhere.
Perhaps with the one
Who came before me,
Perhaps in that place we exist
In those magical few seconds
Before sleep takes over
And brings with it visions
Of things we dare not betray.

You spoke my name
Carried through the breeze on a sigh,
Stopping only to rest upon my ear.
I turned and there you were,
Your breast pressed against me
Felt your warmth, your rise and fall.
Breathless.

"Where were you?", I asked,
Relieved by your presence.
"I've been with you all along," came the answer
"Here," your hand resting upon my chest.
I pulled you in,
Vowed to keep you close
And kissed your soul,
As you had mine.


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