and as she kissed me,
i started breathing a new
kind of breath;

this was the breath of life,
and i was never sure from that
moment on what exactly had
preceded it-

was this a temporary existence
forged by the fires of passion
into a purgatory
waiting to find love?

(and upon its discovery
would he cease to wait
and start to live?)

that faint memory of
what was before the
breath i stole from between her lips
means little to me;

and the air i breathe now,
everything.

07/14/2005

Posted on 07/14/2005
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