I'm learning to lose my love
over your warm breath,
because when it stops one day,
mine would too.
your warm breath,
over my shoulder, over my neck,
hands tighter and firmer,
more than they used to be
from the front to the back,
everywhere with your warm breath;
masking my unspoken agony,
your warm breath is mine,
mine and only.
these feelings are meant to be written, not spoken