Oxygen

white roseThe physical connection
Unbroken as such
Fluid like water
Sitting in my hand
This pressure light
Filling my soul
Breathing in me
Like oxygen
I smell her skin
That sweet essence
Touching mine
Intricate and bold
Fingers laced
As if in prayer
Breathing her in
Like oxygen.

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