Breathless, by Walter Wykes

Breathless

BREATHLESS
I am breathless in your arms

You hover over me
a dark angel
your wings spread
folded round me
moving slowly
hovering
hovering

I can just make out your shape
your outline
the curve of your breast

I strain to see more
but you cling to the darkness
It is your shroud
your temple
the nothingness that binds us together

I seek your warmth
your dark river

I float downstream effortlessly
I let the current take me where it will
through your secret passageways
your ancient caverns

Somewhere in the darkness
I hear your soft scream
your muffled cry

Breathless
I am breathless in your arms

poems.one - Walter Wykes