I can hear you breathe
        perpetual
culled across time ethereal
        something beautiful
unfading, whispering in breathless
    intimately interlaced
in sunset and eternal
    
I witness your dreams in smoky
    contour
waking me into your starlit and dark
    enigmas, spider spun silk threads

I hear your heartbeat in resonance
    upon the waters within and without
echoing, like the ocean within
    a seashell held next to that

divining place within my heart
    which holds constant
that rhythm of your pulse
    through which flows your life
in this individuation

I can hear you breathe
    and in that, I draw
each next breath . . . with you
    cryptic obscured...

your other half in shadow
    in light...



 
 
 
© katherine wyatt 2011