Just From The Top of My Head

I wouldn’t mind waking up 

      to the sound of your voice.

      to the warmth of your breath.

      to the touch of your skin.

      to the taste of your sweat.

I wouldn’t mind sleeping

     to the curve of your hips

     to the words of your lips

     to the crook of your neck

     to the mold of your s

——

Softly,

     You touched my heart and cradled it with care

  With every finger clasped, you owned me;

              took away the air.

 My heart, you held,

 You owned me then and there.

I died.

Softly, 

      Slowly, ‘til I breathed no air.