Traverse
I miss the smell of your sighs,
So hot in my neck,
I don't know if it is air or liquid.
Your breath pours over my face.
If I could end it for me now - I would,
Dissolved in this paradise,
Traversing with you between earth and deep sky.
I lose myself in you...
But you are the one who is breathing hard.
June 2009
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