I BELONG IN YOUR BREATH, by Fil Wojcik

I can hear your physiology

your heart beating

in big fat brush strokes

oh,

lungs pumping, puffing out

shallow gasps

between your lips.

Arms pressed together

touching only by electrons

oh,

I can feel my energy,

charged with desire

to get to know you.

Here, take a piece of my purity

it belongs between your lips

I would melt into memory

if you ever chose to kiss me

oh,

I would pulse to the beat of monarchs,

if you ever chose me,

oh,

I remember circling your palm,

with my ears sharply deafening:

I had never before heard

two heart-beats in sync

oh,

what a blessing it would be

to find the right words

to forfeit my best

and convince you of the greater good

please like me

  • Fil Wojcik
    Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 2
    Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 2
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