Breath in the the cold, brisk winter air.
The cold fills your lungs.
Do you even dare- dare to take the chance?
As you let these words roll off your tongue...
"How could you hold it in?
The breath of life-but also death..
A very thing of true power.
Tell me the things you hide under your skin...
I want you to hold me.
Hold me with your arms of blessing.
You not only make me breathless- you make me frivolous.
How could one not love someone as perfect as thee?"
You breathed, in and out talking..
Hoping, wondering, if someone heard you..
The hot, warm air leaving your mouth.
Full of life and longing..
Just sit.
Just lay.
Just breath..
Laying still until the breath I take is the very last,
and you won't even know.
