The way you breathe tonight,
Lying peacefully beside me,
The way you hold me
In the crook of your arm
So protectively,
As if I am a glass figure
Of priceless worth
Which could easily shatter
If not handled just so.
The way we sleep
In some sort of nocturnal ballet,
Our bodies in fluid motion,
Always touching,
Always holding,
Ever reluctant
To let go.
The way your eyes plead,
When you tell me
That I am
The only one for you;
They speak as though
They are begging
Me to understand
That my love is Vital
To your soul.
The way you brush my hair,
And then move it aside,
In one smooth column,
To kiss the back of my neck
And whisper your sweetness against it.
The way you breathe kisses into me
And murmur My own words of poetry
Back to me
As though they were
The most cherished gift
A soul could want,
Accompanying them
With the gentlest of caresses.
If I could
I would put all of these moments
Into a big box
And draw them out
For the times You aren't here,
Press them against the side of my face,
And next to my heart,
While I breathe a soft sigh
And gently cry.

- Aurora Antonovic

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