Hold,
a second,
a heart beat,
a breath.
It contain the years that I have spent around you.
Let me inhale standing closest to you,
Your warm breath that had sustained the remembrance of past.
Hold me in your supple arms.
To find those moments hidden, lying in wait around your breasts.
That would relent me from the horrors I am left with.
Hold me inside, within the creases of your scapes, to hear the heart cry.
To let all the nostalgic summers and winters penetrate, through.
Let live again the life we had and due.
For a second,
a heartbeat,
a breath you hold.
