Breathe, a poem for a newborn love
Jessika Malo Valentine

Breathe so I can breathe

For the wind that is stifled by a cloud

Breathe for the sun that has been bitten by the moon

Breathe for the amnesic river

For the tree that in its growth grows rather apart



Breathe for the dry words on my mouth

The futility of the morning dew on my cheeks, sometimes I rather not call them tears



Breathe for the ribs that cannot stop heartache

But hold the shattered pieces in patience



Breathe for the smiles that catch traveling dandelions and falling stars

Then print them on a lover’s wanton lips, immortalizing them



Breathe young love

Breathe, for nobody likes a stillborn…