Diving in

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Diving in
I hear you calling me and
I run to you. You say my name
and I melt like butter in heat
for you.
I sit still listening to you
telling me stories.
I close my eyes, immersing in the lullabies of your voice
letting go of my existence
fading gently
giving way to your stillness
caressing your soul
your fragile air
and my body gives way.
Are you there yet my love, are you there?

© Angela Aguiar