CAREFULLY OUR BREATHING
Carefully our breathing
humming birds
to a bloom
tracing your skin
in patterned strokes
Preventing
the unnecessary
twitches from
disrupting
the silent
wars
from
breaking
I sometimes
pause
only to let
your exhales pass
The battle
restarts
We then sigh our last.
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OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoesíaWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
