Gentle Breeze

Windows wide open,

A gentle breeze carries in the evening air.

Scented, the dogwoods are in bloom.

Leaves rustle, night time noises, lovers sing,

Hunters stalk their prey.

A full moon, silver light, colors distorted,

Strange, shifting mosaic patterns fall across the bed.

Candle flames protest the invasion of the air.

Flickering and spitting, the dresser, marred with hot wax.

The sheet clings to my body,

Drawing the sweat from my skin.

I feel cold, except where you have snuggled in.

Holding you gently in my arms.

Remembering the intensity, your wet body against mine.

In this strange light, I watch you sleep.

I listen to the rhythm of your breath.

It feels so right, so natural, connected, grounded.

Lying next to you, I close my eyes.

Slowly the sounds fade.

Following your lead, I begin to peacefully breathe.

In rhythm with you again.

As sleep steals my consciousness,

A gentle breeze, my dreams about us filter in.

David Gray