The Edge of Breath

Filed in My Writing, People I Know, Poetry by on March 11, 2011 18 Comments

Yesterday we played our game “EDGE” on the 11th floor
Kiss me I said
Say hello you asked
Lifted my dress to show you the world

High on defiance and risk

You came to lay tired
On your pillow
Held on to the woman who denies you nothing but air

You leave yet you linger in the air
Thick between our sheets
The fragrance of you

I am denied air to breath
It comes around.


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