Breath

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Breath

0.

When I first met you, I wasn’t there.
Some time passed and the sun was shaken.
And then our eyes met
and my breathing stopped for a short time;
the time it takes the wind
to get from here to there.

I smiled
and I knew I would have you.

1.

I hold my breath,
feel the air expand my lungs,
taste the aromas
- the flavours.
I let my tongue tingle the wind
and I tumble down
and land in a couch
made up by dreams
and blown-up sheep’s bellies
still warm and sticky.
Soon my clothes are drenched in blood.

I put my hand in my mouth
forcing it down my throat.
I grab my heart
and I give it a good shake,
and I wonder when we will be there.

2.

You breathe in.
It is
exhilarating.
A bass sound,
deep as the taste of butter,
strikes your world
Breathe. Stop.
Choking on your tongue
words can’t get out
air can’t get in.
Then I erupt
and we can both breathe
together.

3.

Your breath stops
for a second,
as if to check if it is real.
My tongue moves further up.
I climb on to you.
You sail me away.
My little boat.
The waves get higher,
and we tumble over.
The water fills our lungs.
We land on the beach
and in cramps
we vomit and orgasm
and you breathe in my ear
and then you are gone.

4.

Gasp!
Like in Gaspare. Pisciotta Gaspare.
You gasped when I entered you
and we were both outlaws
on the run with time against us
and when I die with
a bitter taste in my mouth,
I will know
that even outlaws
love and betray.
And when I never open my mouth again,
I fear no one will be safe,
and you will speak up for me.

5.

Lying close
I can smell your breath
it’s so undeniably you.
J'ai besoin de l’amour.

6.

This breathing thing, do we really need it? I mean, breath is like a mosquito. And when I moved in you, did you think about mosquitoes? I’m not sure if it is arrogance or erotic, breath I mean. Everyone take it for granted. No one stops and think, “Hey this mosquito is really something special.”
So you see
.


7.

You are fast asleep.
Watching from a small distance,
as an everyday voyeur.
Your chest rise and fall.
Your breasts shaking slightly when you move.

Love – not unlike breath,
should be experienced
not written to pieces.