I almost died this morning
Twice
The first time I got lost in the soundtrack of your
breath as we slept.
You whispering in my ear with each
dip in your dreaming.
I forgot what my breath tasted like.
Forgot that the nutrition of your touch, your limbs
Felt essential as hearts beating, breaking.
I wanted to forget about that rhythm and try
your lungs instead
But morning reminded me of time, rhythms.
I knew we'd eventually rise to burnt toast and crosswords
And the moment on the stoop when I want to grab you
and run away to under the covers.
See I almost died today.
Twice.
I arose and went back to sleep.
But in those moments before consciousness
before the day's hissing latte machine or somber music,
with your breath playing that hymnal in my ear,
briefly before daylight stole you away
I lived.
2 comments:
Wow, Sar, awesome. I really love this one. The first line grabbed me instantly.
i like this one. i think i can hear it. perform it at spit dat tomorrow.
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