Speed Dial
Your heart is the speed dial
On my phone
In my memory,
Engrained in every lung
So with every breath,
I breathe a little bit of you out
- And with every breath in,
I’m consuming more of you,
Through my nose; my mouth;
My Eyes.
Nothing, of mine; of me,
Is important to you,
Except maybe the stupid way I cling to your every sigh,
Inhaling huge portions of your scent, your scent, your scent,
The way you look when your words rustle the leaves, snag the silent twigs,
In my mind,
And leave a part of you buried in my every conscious movement.
