Every Count of His Breath

Last night, when they were talking.
The words of wisdom and the silent caress.
And then while she said a word,
He fell asleep,

And she could hear his breath.
Every innocence that his breath had.
The rhythm of the sanctity of the love they had.
Every kiss they had in an enclosure.

The softness that his hand had,
Ignited it in her heart.
Like nebula does to stars.
His breath was like a sheet of ice,
On her burning wound.

Her ears felt like the ocean waves that crashes down.
And his breath felt like the moon,
Which swam through her heart, and created,
Tides.