So much of me.. is like you.

Rippling and swaying. So often in tactile play of you.

Crescendo waves that mingle.

Churning flux. Enfoldings.

Still pools that imperceptibly, trembling echo our former reverberations.

A partner. A companion.

You are my breath. Pulling of my inward deep reserves.

Is it any wonder that words fail?

Breathless, I am. Except for you. You who are breath incarnate.

Shift not! Stay!

I need utter no words when I have ever, You.