Music to my ears

My lover will sing to me. He will croon and moan until I fall.

Breathing hot sweet wind from his soul into mine. 

It will carry me deeper into love, into places I've seen when the sunlight hits my face.
  

Waiting patiently, it will all make sense at once, pieces locking into themselves becoming one.
And I will rise up to meet him, breath for breath, inhaling, breathing out, inhaling deeper, into pure love. 

©1/3/11 by Danya Mosgofian