I was barely surviving above the surface.
Gasping and clutching on anything to float.
Berated by the harsh waters.
A glass bottle at the end.
Equilibrium spinning like ripples on water.
Tipping off, looking down.
Words that spoke about death.
Overwritten with love,
By your very hands.
Felt by my hands that caress it.
Like baby’s eyes.
Looking into the love light.
Soft, I laid upon.
Encircled by protective wings.
Unable to differentiate the sound of our hearts.
As your heart fly and lips touched my cheeks.
My skin tingled with every caress you made.
It was passed midnight.