You're breathing. So am I.
But it's different.
Yours is peaceful, automatic.
Mine is careful, jagged.
I'm watching you sleep. Not making a sound.
There's something about it.
Your chest moves up and down,
your nostrils flare,
yet I can't see what comes out of your mouth,
What if we could see breath?
Would it have a language of its own?
Would it betray us like our words do?
Would it betray us like our thoughts do?
I want to kiss you. At this moment.
But I don't. I feel myself backing away.
I need you...your emotion.
I need your sideways glance, coyness,
playfulness, anger, jealousy, breathing,
I need your love, lust, your climax,
It makes me elated,
to prove that I can please someone.
I'm backing away. I need all those things.
But not now. Not now.
That's enough...I won't stop you.
I'll drop the pillow. I'll walk away.