You live in my skin,

the very breath of summer

that sweeps o’er

my shoulders.

caressing.

I breathe you in.

You live in my lips

at the tongue tips

as they meet and

touch

flush

fingers drawing delicate

lines across your back.

You live in the small

of my back, and neck,

and just there where

my hips sway

back and

forth

so.

You live in my dream—

lucid, light—

I breathe you in.

and I go

under