f r o m t o p t o b o t t o m

ideas in my head
remind me of the night
inside the heat
of your voice
in the dark
beneath your sheets
under your skin
fragrance of our reality
rises again
i respond to every breath 
from you
i think of your face
your hair
your back
your fingers
the only sound i can feel
here
i listen for feeling
and time to breathe