the art of Falling

Crashing

I remember your warm embrace,

Arms resting on my waist

Hold tightening just a tad

You took a deep intake of breath

The rhythmic sound of your heartbeat

Resonated loud and clear

Followed with a sigh laced with relief

The lightweight of your head

Rested comfortably atop my head

Gentle caresses on the small of my back

Sent tingles all through my head

Warmth lingering a second more

Reluctant to let go

In the clutches of haven

You held me close

In the warm embrace of your enfold

And I,

Was crashing

In the home you held in your arms

I was crashing.