my head layed on his chest, i could hear him breath no i felt it. he breathes then i, then him, then i, then him
i hold my breath now so i can catch up to his, i let go ..... now one breath, one single movement, johny playing in the background
and us there on the couch, not his place , not mine but our moment, a moment like no other where innocence still existed, i miss the person i was there in the space, my head against his chest our stillness moving moutains, our stillness stiring life deep within me...
