Breath of Passion


I would be wrapped around your body so tightly,

breathing would not even be an issue.


It wouldn’t be a thought in your mind.


Your mind would already be a thousand miles away,

racing to try and grasp the tiniest foothold of anything

that would keep it from spinning out of control.


And just when your body had received its due satisfaction,

you would come crashing down back to earth,

causing you to gasp for that first chance of air.


But the air you consumed before

fails in comparison to the breath you take now.


This air is fresher.

This air is cleaner.

This air is pure.

This air is satisfying.


Because that’s what the air is like

on the other side of heaven.


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth


About HandHeldWriter

Fiction writer. Vinyl collector. Coffee drinker. Book reader. Music lover. Neat freak. Bookworm. Introvert. Thinker. Poet. ISTJ. View all posts by HandHeldWriter

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