The wind blows soft.
My hand's in yours.
We listen to waves
Crashing onto Atlantic shores.
We stick our feet within the sand.
You kiss my hand
And all coldness
Is turned into warmth.
You keep me warm,
You keep my heart breathing.
Feels as if I'm finally living.
You lightly lean in.
Your breath, sweet and warm,
Linger on my lips.
I whisper something quietly,
"Hold me tight,
Come fly with me tonight."
July 14, 2010
