Breathe with me

Without her,

he forgets how to breathe;

he becomes a shore

which only says goodbye

sending waves away

with seafoam kisses,

his arms are crossed

and his chest tight,

water pooling by his toes

never reaching his knees.

A lonely shoreline

and distant horizon

washed orange and blue

until she takes his hands,

kisses each knuckle

and the honeyed skin

below his ear and tells him

to believe

and ‘breathe with me.’


© Kristiana Reed 2018

Image: pixabay

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