3.06.2013

About You

The music sways gently through the room
      just above our heads
             through our hair
      then gently trickles its way into our ears.
You wrap your small finger around mine,
as I press my head against your chest.

Breathing conforms one with another
       Creating a solid
                              steady
                                     rhythm.

The dim lights turn fuzzy.
And we slowly lose our grasp on reality,
       floating on into a peaceful slumber.


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