when she is laying in bed
next to me
breathing into my neck
and the warm puff of air
meets my skin
it feels like
she's crawling into my body
with every breath
she releases onto my body
a little more
taking in my heart
occupying my mind
holding my soul hostage
keeping me save.
"I'm save."
i speak
"You're save."
she responds.
YOU ARE READING
Seraphic - poems
Poetrybeautiful words woken up to life, written down with my hands but by the voice of my mind.
