Breezes
The breaths our bodies breathe between us —
Mouths, noses, eyes, ears, hearts
So close, they know the lush depths of our flesh —
Are breezes kissing, smelling, seeing, hearing, pulsing
Every essence of our sleeping, dreaming beings . . .
Breezes chasing themselves, like music's moods,
From cadence to caesura to cadence . . .
Breezes caressing our nakedness,
As breaths breathing affection between our bodies.
01/28/12
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