Breath and Touch

-

Pound

my heart

(you were breathing,

s i g h i n g against my ear)

so I struck up a beat

against your silence

while wondering if you'll

smile at me today.

-

No quiet pleas

when the fading

warmth slips away,

(like your breath

into the cold night),

vanishing like mist.

-

I've decided to let you go

beyond my grasp and into the night.

The disappearing mist,

the clearing of fog.

-

I can still feel the lingering

warmth of your hand.

-

May 26, 2006