Breathtaking

I breathe.
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…

…breathless

10 comments

  1. The tension is so palpable at the beginning and the end renders a feeling of lightness. Beautiful. I also really love the lines “No matter the taste that coats my tongue/ Like hot tar on pavement baked black.” Gorgeous imagery and delicious words.

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