You stop my breath

You stop it, and you re-infuse me with it

Every time you come close to me, every time

I hear your voice

Either in my mind, through the door,

In the room, or in my ear;

Or below me,

Moaning, growling slightly,

And my breath returns and joins and

Outpaces yours,

In screams, in never-allowed-out

Bursts of joy.

When we lay together, we breathe

The same

Pace, did you notice that? The same,

In, and out,

After the in, and out, of the body

And the soul

And the heart, or at least mine,

Watching your face as you tear at me,

Watching my fingers in your hair

As I shudder against you,
Over and over,

Holding on for dear life

Like it was the last moment on earth for me,

And it would be completely

Okay if it was.

No, much more than okay.

And god, the light:

It pierces through my brain from my belly

Where you are

And I watch you. Every move.

Every hair on your head,

Every curve of your

Beautiful face and your mouth

And your back and your legs

And your arms.

They hold me so strongly I forget myself

And don’t care about much else

But that

So I hold on tightly, but lightly

Knowing you must go

Probably sooner than later, but god,

The NOW, the you, skin pressed to me,

In to me, the voice I long for all the time

Now vibrating through my body

Will be the last thought

The last vision

The last smell and sound

That I hold with me

When I die.