His Soft Breath by Devin Pavlischak/ September 9th, 2015 ©

Against the back of my neck, his soft young breath is warm.

The room slowly breaks, an electricity comes alive.

There are no words, only feelings that are touching.

My realization, a kind so real, shakes my eyes awake.

Looking past those eyes, my breath beats his chest.

One moment, then another, time is a gracious friend.

Leaning back, I lay all the way back, looking into the stars.


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