My arm wraps over a life lifted with the deep inhalation quiet nasal rhythm drawing air expelling carbon unwanted I embrace the rising and falling as the diaphragm involuntary moves to the irregular rhythm of living breaths expelled in sleep.
My arm holds on to a dear life the warmth of living and breathing alive and kicking in dreaming spasmodic toe tapping my knee and I breath in her naked scent her unbound hair tickles my nose I pull closer my tumescent longing the physical expression of desire.
My arm embraces her life each night I sleep a bit closer having listened to stories shared snippets of her past related tales of adventure,pain and laughter photographic fragments reveal moments with others whom are invested with shares in her love.
My arm now lies under her love we turned to sleepily rearrange in nocturnal unconscious dance a dream trembles her torso murmur of subconscious release sleep falling into our new rhythm I fall in to slumber and into her until my arm reawakens dead again.
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
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