I Struggle To Breathe Her Out, And Crave To Breathe Her In
By Morgan Downs
Breathe
It’s just a word for a tattoo…
In.
With her head resting gently in my lap, she enters my world through my headphones. A playlist tailored to provide a personal and private escape flows out of my soul and into hers.
Out.
In.
With her head resting gently on my shoulder, she hugs my arm and moves closer to me. The distance between our hearts grows smaller with every passing silence.
Out.
In.
With her head resting gently on the pillow next to mine, she urges herself to kiss me. Butterflies take flight throughout my body, excited by the taste of her lust and her trust.
Out.
In.
With her head resting gently on my chest, my heartbeat whispers to her. It speaks of love and promise and hope, the future.
Out.
In.
With her heart resting gently in the hands of another, the breaths of her memory choke me. I struggle to breathe her out, craving only to breathe her in once again.