I take in. I give out.
I must breathe no matter the labor.
No matter the taste that coats my tongue
Like hot tar on pavement baked black.
I awoke to my breath
Ebbing and flowing.
Breath that has it’s own rhythm.
The rhythm of my voice.
My words. My songs. My life.
I looked and saw blue.
I saw glaciers pure
In those eyes that intoxicate me.
Of my life’s rhythm let me bestow
In one, long, deep kiss that will leave me…