But how?

How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time?

Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room.

I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on mine. But my lungs fill with water. Rushing in as I drink all of you in. Drowning.

I cannot swim in the vastness of your ocean. But you send me on a rocking ship across the waves.

Sinking. Into your touch. I can’t feel my toes as your lips vibrate against mine shocking my body in a kiss more electric than lightening. Crash.

Accidents happen, but falling for you was destined before this lifetime. I know. I know without seeing or knowing, I just can feel. But how?

How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breathe and the harshest exhale all at one time?