" Breath
“
c. 2000, Miriam M. Wynn
low,
soft
caught on questions
left unanswered,
burning in the begging throat
of an angel.
she, seeking
turns, caught, caught
breath stopped
lips parted
teeth sharp and gleaming.
–blind fingers
reach out
–tangle upon these lips
–soft, soft, and seeking
another pair
lips come close
not close enough
choking on the frozen air
which still as it is
is hot, invigorating
lava in oxygen bubbles.
lips paired and
paired
mirror-like, angled
the air between is a static grid
a hazy mass, burgeoning
lips work like
fishes
seeking through emptiness
breath, breath
cannot be caught
but here, the
lips are close enough
they draw, suck
in air
the collapse and release
and filling of lungs,
the torture is finally rewarded with
contact.
choke hold released
two pairs of lips meet
draw breath from one another
sweet breath
/ fresh air
