Hold

Coffee-stained breaths

I pull myself into

the comforting wetness of your mouth.

My hand falls on your waist

your body is so familiar

yet I have never known you before.

I could stay a hundred years

With this aura of warmth

Its amber hues remind me

of what it is to be alive.

“Hold me tight” you say

and my fear is I will not live up to the task.