Overtaken
shutting out the crowd
absolutely enthralled by
the shape of your words
–
rising moon-
night rolls over
the winter hills
Category Archives: Breath
Sense
waiting on my touch
your warm skin rising up in
anticipation
–
rose petals-
the taste of
your breath
Snow
the taste of winter
falling from the sky for miles
to melt on my tongue
–
platform two-
frost gathers
on my lashes
Taste
embers burning low-
on the rim of my wine glass
crimson lipstick stains
–
lingering-
ruby lips and
a good bordeaux
Impotence
by her bedroom door
listening to my daughter
cry herself to sleep
–
leafless boughs-
no resistance to
the howling winds
Time
eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box
–
boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone
Rebirth
my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible
–
moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel
Chill
sheets of winter rain
wrung from the lowering sky
sideways in the wind
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crack underfoot
Exhale
from across the room
I catch sight of your face and
my breath escapes me
–
waiting in a queue-
plumes of breath
and exhaust
Graveside
aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me
–
fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone