Sometimes when I lay in bed next to you I want to hold you so tight and never let you go.
I want to hold you so close that you swallow me up inside you.
So close that we breathe together, in sync;
Rhythmic like the ocean, like waves fading into each other in beautiful patterns.
So close that all we breathe in is each other, drowning in each others souls with every breathe.
Written: February 1998