The Professionals Circuit Archive - Breathe	    Breathe

 

by towerbridge2006 

 
 Poised, 
 Gun in hand
 I wait.
 I feel
 your shoulder 
 as it brushes mine
 in time 
 to the beat 
 of your heart, 
 and I breathe.
 Heat pours 
 from your body
 and it warms me.
 You're with me, 
 sunshine, 
 and we are 
 a force of nature
 A thing 
 to be reckoned with.
 We are all
 that I need.

 ***

 Bullets 
 pierce the air
 too near.
 We duck;
 roll apart, 
 and as the 
 thread of connection 
 breaks 
 I am chilled 
 with the fear 
 that I won't hear you
 Breathe.


 -- THE END --

 *September 2007*

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