On The Exhale
I see you in the black and white silent pictureshow that plays in my mind.
You make me laugh at your sweet silliness.
Taking me to your world, such a funny little
world where only you exist.
I hear your voice; so easy on my mind.
It strokes all the rough edges until they are
smooth, and I watch as your breath travels
on the exhale.
In the distance a drum beats like it is played
right on your chest.
Cymbals crash down, bringing me quickly
back to feel the vibrations
as they ripple through our bodies.
©Jaydean Wszolek 2007