this morning

Your warm butter back melted
As I curled up close
And strapped my chest around you
holding the cold off.

I could barely breathe for the fumes
Of you were stronger than the scent
Of oxygen I was used to, on cold
mornings like this.

You were barely audible over the
sound of your heart
playing hop skip and
.,…jump
with mine.

I was skipping hop-scotch
With the number of times you blinked
back a thought and stifled a worry
And swallowed fear
Each time you came up for air
As I did,
then lost the desire to breathe
and we died together once more,

drowning in
the ocean
of this mornings
togetherness.