Mornings.

Finding that
                                                                 still & settled place,
    amidst the flesh parade & moving train.

                                                 Whizzing on by,
fleetingly & pointlessly,
                                                                                                       the world outside fly.

But when I think of You
                        & our scented embrace,
                                                      I find that still & settled place.

With You, 
                   close to You,

                                                                       Breathing in
                                                                           Breathing out

                                                                         I find my place.