angparaluman

sometimes i wake up in the middle of a night

and watch you sleep.

i could wake you up –

but i’d rather watch you sail in your sea of softness

drifting slowly to the isles of slumber.

i wonder where are you sailing to;

i think to myself – i could do this every single night.

sometimes, you are restless in your dreams.

your body would jerk , with one knee bent, getting ready to kick.

i could wake you up,

but i know you have to fight your demons on your own

and all i can do is wrap you in a blanket of my love

and breathe silent undertones of calmness.

i wonder what are you running from;

i think to myself – i could do this every night.

august is almost done.
breathe.

another day.

just believe.

ebb and flow

there are days it comes crashing through my walls

so forceful i catch my breath for air as i realize the absence of you.

Today it gently lapped through the shores of my skin

in the middle of the day, as the sun was still high and mighty.

i reached for my eyes and it was wet.

to melt in your arms

and to rise and fall in the shallowness and depths of your breaths

be kind to me.