Grass

We're lying somewere, lost in the night, our legs interlaced like chains. I can feel your breathing in the top of my ear. I can hear the air whispering your thoughts. I can feel your heartbeat next to my shoulder. I can sense how your eyes move without you have to open them. I can feel how your hair touches the grass so gently, so precise, that my heart breaks everytime i have to wake up again.