
::
Until I Inhale
The tip of my finger quivers
As it moves along the ridge of your heart.
This line between you and me
is utterly fine.
You are just a breath away,
Until I inhale.
::
Photo by white ribbons on Flickr - Some rights reserved

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::
Until I Inhale
The tip of my finger quivers
As it moves along the ridge of your heart.
This line between you and me
is utterly fine.
You are just a breath away,
Until I inhale.
::
Photo by white ribbons on Flickr - Some rights reserved
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Jewels, as your writing partner, I have just added a writing project to your list: a book of poetry. And this one goes in the section titled Saucy. Or maybe Heartstopping.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful post Julie. I stopped and was in the present as a I read it and I’m reminded to stay there.
You evoke Rumi for me, Julie.
Such beauty in so few sweet words. Such a gift.
Thank you, always.