Alive In The Dance Of Breathing

These are the warm days,
where she & I blur into
comfortable entanglements -
Alive in the Dance of Breathing.

Yesterday,
there were collisions of tears
and forgotten promises -
a last and fiery gaze into stolen fascination.

But now the days are fair,
kissed with easy sounds
of gentle romancing,
and the brooding fringes live nowhere
but in that wistful backward glance.