Drifting Off

Drifting off
Floating on a cloud of compassion
A baby in a blanket of body warmth
Snug, safe, secure.
Subconsciously, synchronizing oxygen
Simultaneous inhale
Harmonious exhale
A perfect rise and fall,
Effortless.

Neural impulses,
from hands
to fingers
to fingernails
gliding, like the blades of ice skates on a frozen pond of skin
but delicate, somehow.
Slaloming through knuckles,
forming figure eights on arms
Content.
Settled.
Calm.

Silently, The walls of the fort start to crumble
Motionlessly, The mote is drying up
Noiselessly, The drawbridge is being lowered

And then, I hear it.
Steady beating, pounding at the door
Pumping through the pulmonary valve
Deafening
Impending
Inevasible
Louder
Faster.

And we’re there, face to face.
Orbs of cerulean, meet spheres of black beauty.
Say hello.