Love is Under Me

Sometimes the morning fog
slumbers ahead of the sunrise
and I cannot see
your face.
Then I am paused
in a flash of choiceless remembrance,
and for a moment
the shadows of this world
retreat behind your eyes
and I am found
once more.

Inhale.
Empty now,
I step backwards into you.
Filled with you,
I release
and become
your warm breath.
Exhale.