You’re asleep
and waves of air
slide in and out your lungs,
five inspirations
for every snore of the sea.
Once in a while wind bumps
an overhanging branch
and we both turn over like a wave
and your belly warms my back
in perfect time.
You’re asleep
and waves of air
slide in and out your lungs,
five inspirations
for every snore of the sea.
Once in a while wind bumps
an overhanging branch
and we both turn over like a wave
and your belly warms my back
in perfect time.
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 