of your breath, a stern drawing in of thick air,
while i lie breathless in my moist bed -
i felt your lungs leaping in your body,
a still sadness manifested through
soft sighs, unfinished dreams, and forgotten apparitions
that bid you farewell as you close your eyes:
the strangeness of your chest pushing up and down
to bold and soft filling - i can hear groans
buried in your arm from my pillow -
the fig leaf where you hide some womanly shame
i wait for your breathing and your groans
to awaken and take up their leaping
upon my chest to beat me with thick air
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