It's Zenobia

He escapes Into waves, Barrels that narrow His sights Center his focus His hope is To find something  In that air That fills his lungs Just one perfect  Moment Fresh, clean things I just can’t reach  From the bottom  Of this ocean So I sift through sand And time Going  Through the motions

I passed a window And caught a glimpse Of my reflection My intention Was to simply  Look away But my gaze  Strayed  To my mouth My lips Somehow  Seeing them Made me think How much I wanted A kiss Pressed  Against them  Soft At first, then Something extra Something deeper Something keeping My breath  Caught At my throat Something that begged Me  To hope For a second For more minutes With your tongue Teasing my own I caught of glimpse  Of me And ached right them  To make you mine To take you  Home