Eternal Breath
Love is
not
an emotion,
but spirit.
This is
not
sex, merely,
but souls twining.
When you
stroke
your thumb along
the tendon in my neck,
and,
gently, barely
touch your lips
to my skin,
and close your eyes and
breathe
breathe
breathe
in my carnation
scent.
How many echoes?
How many times
have you
tasted me?
In that eternal
breath
all is one.
How many times?
Breathe
How many?
Breathe
How many?
Breathe
How many?
Only once,
but
Forever.
1998
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