Awestruck.
Updated on January 2, 2010
Awestruck
I've forgotten
how to breath again,
the taste of your lips
denies the urge
to even take the time
to bother with
the suckling of air.
What need of such
an instinctual demand.
the endless cacophony of
breath in breathe out
all human functions
that convert air into
heart stimulations.
My heart has now
taken wings
into the very air
I willingly deny myself.
You sweetly overwhelm
them all as I drown
in your love.
Minutes pass
in a starvation
of oxygen
traded for
the succulence
of stereo lips.
Mouth to mouth
resuscitation
was never like this.
You are my
Rescue Annie,
I was breathing
only sorrow,
till we kissed.
©-MFB III
