emergency

mouth to mouth resuscitation 

for so long

you think your own breath has changed

permanently

to the flavor of his.

something like:

honey

and

old cigarettes.

the smell,

ripples your skin

into a multitude of tiny bumps

swimming like a school of fish

over your left breast

onto your hollowed throat...

...just

thinking

about

it 

now.

you want to run your hands 

through his hair

repeatedly

before it's gone

before he's bald

before youth is a photograph

in an old cigar box

wrinkled fingers stroke

sighing in a whisper.

tear each other's clothes off

like they're on fire

dancing marionettes

in the sheets

twisting 

and jumping

until

you both die

breathless

gasping

frozen painted faces

broken.