Blades of grass
Tiny flowers
He twists a chain
And places it,
Delicately,
Around my neck.
I will it to stay.
I breathe softly;
I do not move.
--
Thin sweaters
Indecisive breeze
He hugs me
Tightly.
I absorb his warmth.
I will it to stay.
I cannot breathe;
I cannot move.
--
Clean air
Falling snow
He's asleep inside;
I welcome the frost.
I breathe deeply
And stretch.

--
Limbs entwined
Sheer curtains blowing
I am the rain grasping the pavement.
He is touch.
Undeniably present
(Pleasant),
And yet I wash away.