This distance holds so close. Mouths not touching
yet engulfing each other’s blazing breath.
Eyes closed. Fingers not touching yet clutching
each other’s heart to our own heart. Should death
stumble on us, surely she’d stall, retreat
to report awe of such amazing life.
Sing how your jewel-pierced ear blesses sweet
air of our deep breathing. How tense motif
of our breathing holds our bodies at bay
all these eternal seconds until our
existence collides our trillion cells way
beyond where we are now, where all power
resides, explodes and regenerates art.
Where every experience ends and starts.
Roger Armbrust
September 19, 2014
