Eyes closed in the dark,
like on a cold night,
I hear you breathing.
inspiration, anticipation,
each inhalation an invitation,
pulled close, held and
expelled, necessarily,
prolonging the moment
(A white noise stare,
like you left the t.v. on
and we don’t notice).
Lips agape,
a warm taste,
whispering sheets,
your mouth keeps pace,
breath unfolding.
Blind but for brushstrokes,
panting, paint drips,
clung to the canvas;
Breath is all there is.