I was sitting at work and not feeling very inspired, reading LJ entries from friends, and inspiration hit me like a brick. So here it is.
For Erin
I breathe your breath
through my nose
wafting gently on a dream
the existence of air
enclosing me
bringing me to heights
I never imagined
dragging me to depths
I never dreamed
pain is pleasure
and pleasure pain
all things are real
and everything is imagined
your skin does not respond
to my touch
it is not there
it is all that there is
there is nothing else
but you
and I
my life hinges upon
your gentle touch
the rise and fall of
your sweet breath
I breathe
through my nose
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