My Breath is Your Breath


If beauty of soul were breath enough
I’d drink my fill of you.

Enough to return glow to any fading pallor,
It would be you, all light,
that rises and falls in my chest.

Each inhalation, an embrace
of two twin forms made to couple with
the aching muscle named for love.

Ebb and flow as you must,
that we may revel in each swift reunion.

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