The heat of the desert
The steady beat of my heart.
stilled by the frigidness of your
breath.
Breath which never uttered
those forbidden words.
Words that sting like icicles,
Slicing through.
This exhalation which knocked
The fragile wind from my
Calloused chest,
inhaled again
and
took it back.
Now the desert sun beams strong
once more,
do my eyes elude me
Or are they flaccid?
Will the wind
come in whispers
and bring the numbness
of the cold back into my lungs?
I can only hope
And anticipate.
Please don’t make me wait
Forever
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:39 PM UTC
The heat of the desert
The steady beat of my heart.
stilled by the frigidness of your
breath.
Breath which never uttered
those forbidden words.
Words that sting like icicles,
Slicing through.
This exhalation which knocked
The fragile wind from my
Calloused chest,
inhaled again
and
took it back.
Now the desert sun beams strong
once more,
do my eyes elude me
Or are they flaccid?
Will the wind
come in whispers
and bring the numbness
of the cold back into my lungs?
I can only hope
And anticipate.
Please don’t make me wait
Forever
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