There is the breath of you
The taste of you before our lips touch
The inhale, me selfishly wanting your soul,
Wanting you deep inside
Holding my breath,
Holding you deeper inside
My lips parted too long ago, but the taste.
Memories are long torturers.
It is no wonder I sit facing the wind
When the world kicks up, I inhale deeply
Longing for another breath,
Aching for another kiss
It’s never enough, to just breathe one more time
I promise to inhale more deeply
As if my life depended on it
Let my lungs fill with your being.
I would hold you in that way
Letting you burn inside me,
Engulfing my unquenched soul.