Dear, I could breathe you .
Fresh mountain air,
a hint of honey.
Long blonde hair,
Smell of perfume and tea.
I touch your face,
Think your thoughts.
Study your maritime eyes
And the pain that hides inside.
Rock on your waves,
battle through your storms
What’s yours is ours
And mine is all.
I live against you.
Moving with
The current that blows
The wind in your sails.
It’s turning brown —
What once was gold.
You’re growing up,
I’m getting old.
Sense the transformation,
As it settles in the bones.
Maybe what once was alive,
needs to die
before you can let go.
So lay me down,
hold me in your heart.
For I am yours
I am her.