The way the words were formed by her lips
In loops and rings, the recess holding air
That moves and vibrates up from tree-like lungs
That warm this air about a throbbing heart;
Or was it how the light reflected off
Her in a way that brought the room alive
With movement, choreographed light and dark
That flickered across a dim separation?
Desperately, I moved a breath without
My self to vibrate into her. I knew
She heard me when the contours turned into
The nothing filling out the room, and then
I heard her sigh and toss as if a brief,
Senseless dream completely satisfied her.
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