My breath…leaves me. Given as gift to you. My beauty. My love. My will… All gifted you. My breath most of all. Taken again and again, with your push and pull. I draw it, hold it, but it leaves of it’s own accord as you divide me, thrill me, destroy and create me, searching and searing my body with yours. You push and pull – endlessly – through the raging fever of my womb, my walls
anxious to grip the flint of you; helpless but to release as you pull from me,
breath mixed with sigh, arch mixed with moan, love mixed with desire mixed with guilt mixed with lust. I give, I give, I give as you move inside me…pushing, pulling. Your gifts to me – your sinew and fury, your sweat and surrender, begrudging the moan and shiver that my bodygift teases and tricks from your very skin. The helpless boy in your eyes, as my breath, my hiss, my coo join, connive and conspire with your own passion to enslave the master. Trapped, Hands clasped, I pray, our twin gods of love and war and art and time melt us down, down into twin deaths of embrace and oblivion.
God. God. Oh, God….