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Monday, August 13, 2012

In Breath, Only



Our eyes meet
our face cheeks
come close
without touch
our breath intertwines
our body’s temperature
emit vapors that intermingle

Silence is our
common space
our bodies part
like two Flamenco dancers
without touch
yet our fingertips
come close

Social norm disallows
we’re both each
committed to another
desire and lust
evinces its
forbidden face
so we slowly
walk away

Maybe in
an ethereal place
or even in
the Nether
our temptations
may dance
Until then
our beings mingle
still only in breath