How do you explain The notion of a breath? Would you describe it as the ease With which his cedarwood undertone swirled In and around your nose? Or the satisfaction Of having him set off every nerve in your core?
Perhaps a breath is simply the eagerness To take him in; to be completely consumed by His trace of leather and oak; To inhale the taste Of merlot and cigarettes That dances on his tongue.
You crave One more breath of his sweet Perfume to ease the poison now Filling your veins, your heart; A wild fire in your lungs grows That only he can extinguish.
He is the sweetest air and You gasp for him, But he does not answer, He merely lets you consume him, Selfishly, until he is nothing And everything, As your lungs continue To reluctantly swell And depress in perfect rhythm With his beating heart.