Friday, March 20, 2009

Just Breathe


Mar 20, 2009

Stillness and stars hidden under the dark blanket of a luminescent night

I hear your breath and it’s not mine to hear.

I have been here before, young un-tethered, and hungry for something immaculate, something immediate, yet I am no longer young.
I feel the rhythmic beating of your heart and it’s not mine to feel.

I followed this road before as just a virgin in emotions and in self and somehow my innocent senses are reborn.
I sense the passion of this meticulous instant, and it’s not mine to sense.

I know this moment is borrowed from another but I am unwilling to return it.
Stolen warmth, we wrap ourselves briefly in a fire we should not share.
 

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