air on air.

[~swissmochafudge~]

I should be asleep.
I’m not (nocturnal).
But this house is dark
And I’m awake by the wind…
By its whisper of touch and the caress of

air
on
air

Lay back and stop breathing
I say. (Its too loud.)
Instead I listen
And cry.
Because I’m too shy to just peel off my clothes
And wear the wind…

I’m alone. No one would see me?

(sigh)

Maybe I’m just dreaming and
Really asleep.

But reality isn’t this clear.

I roll over in bed, my sheets tangling in my legs and I shut the window.

Critiques, please and thank you.