February 14, 2013

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.