#airways
Soft subtle touch
clutches from back to front
About face switched place
in role reversals
Airways are open
Feel a rawer version
of your person
Entrust this thoughtful lust
sought from top to bottom
Moving in sync as your
yearning burns
Deep frictionless sin
lived within bare skin
Born below the belly line
Sing as bells ring
Breathe in the aftermath
This beauty won't last
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
She is lying in bed–
tucked under her duvet,
wrapped in freshly
washed sheets, breathing
into the phone that I know
is on her pillow–
97 miles from me.
It is her asthma, acting
up right on time, that
is keeping me awake
so I am lying, under
my own duvet, holding
onto my own phone,
thinking
about the airways
carrying every breath
into and out of her lungs–
inflamed, muscles tightening,
narrowing paths
thinking
that maybe breathing
in the same cells, oxygen
mixing with carbon, me
mixing with you, you might
be able to breathe
a little easier
thinking
that I know
I breathe easier
with you
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC