The Calm

I want to be next to you
nose to nose
the sound of your breath
echoes over mine
the pulsing of your heart
pumps a calm rhythm
soothing the day away
and you are looking at me
I swim in your gaze
The calm
is through you

The Slow Breath I Exhale

The slow breath I exhale
Travels past my lips
No words travel along the
Cold vapors
Only shadows of the
Bitter winter leaving
One last stain upon our skin

I wait still
Through this cold dark lone
As I waited in summers past
Always burned in
The hot airs’ glow
Perhaps a long, slow
Spring this year
So flowers will find roots
And trees may provide shade
Comfortable seasons
To bring an end to my waiting