Breathing

Original Poetry

Hearing him breathe
When he’s lying
Beside me,
With each exhalation
A breeze of soft air
Caressing the baby hairs
At the rim of his hairline,
It makes me feel unbearably alive.
My skin subconsciously
Remembers your taste
And comes alive
Every night
When both unite.
A little like how
Darkness comes to life
When the stars shine
Through the haze.

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