Breathe with me

Without her,

he forgets how to breathe;

he becomes a shore

which only says goodbye

sending waves away

with seafoam kisses,

his arms are crossed

and his chest tight,

water pooling by his toes

never reaching his knees.

A lonely shoreline

and distant horizon

washed orange and blue

until she takes his hands,

kisses each knuckle

and the honeyed skin

below his ear and tells him

to believe

and β€˜breathe with me.’


Β© Kristiana Reed 2018

Image: pixabay

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