are soft down
slumber and waking dream,
the air that fills my
lungs
and the breath I can never
catch
or
release.
I’ll not fight the hook
(no matter how
barbed; bloody
my mouth
with your
kisses)
or reel.
Pull me in.
I am lost,
having found
you, again.
love this 🙂
🙂
Beautiful, Mrs Fever… You have a way with words.
Thank you. 🙂
This is fishing in very deep waters — nicely done. 🙂