He's always there
breathing,
below the surface
of everyday thought.
He inhales my
rapture,
exhales into my
dreaming.

A tall dark
figure,
gliding over rain
soaked streets,
holding
my heart beat,
beating
within his gasp.

Rain turns to dew,
night into morning and
he recedes,
but never leaving me.

He's always there
breathing
just below the
surface.....