The breath that still flows

A breath, yours 

soft, hot, chilling 

the ear, mine 

curved - an art on skin 

the meeting of both 

explodes, a confetti of feelings 

a beat becomes a throb 

throbbing madness 

of that breath that still flows 

a begging of hearts 

a pleading of souls 

begging the emptiness of body 

an urging of minds 

that breath that still flows 

into begging hearts 

fills the pleading souls 

walls crumble 

on soft ground they meet the heart 

received, converted into trust 

by the breath that still flows 

excitement abides 

eyes meet and hold 

gazes into abysses of longing 

a tide covers the belonging 

the connection of two hearts at sea 

joined by that breath that still flows 

into that skin, that art 

is but the wind with memory 

spun, ebbed, blown, twisted by time 

made into dreams fused with reality 

the tail of one, the head of the other 

its that breath that still flows

Wrote this in Sept 2008