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Breathe

I want to play a game of contact
allowing fingers to connect pores
with perspiration of anxiety

Inhale me ecstasy.

Electric chair twitches from thighs
crucify your scent onto the bed
let no sheet forget the ritual
that is upon us

exhale me excitement.

Forget names for this episodes
as I commercially broadcast
a plethora of teases free of cost
one lip bite, two fierce glances
a multitude of DNA under the nails

inhale me passion.

Bend the very fabric of evolution
as you transform from girl into woman
with the breath of a kiss

exhale me seduction.

Day dream me breaking down walls
as if we were buildings made of bones
but wake just before the wreckage

inhale me temptation.

Place my hands on your chest
like a double barrel shotgun
allow me to blow feelings
into you never once experienced

exhale me opportunity.

Pretend scars needed to be seen
for it to be forgotten
expose all of your body's history to me

inhale me vulnerability.

Search for flowers in a concrete jungle
with thorn nails
then wonder why love always blooms greener
on someone else's grass

exhale me patience.

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the poem comes to a stand still but your imagery is sublime, i would like to know why you said patience should be exhaled when the poem is anxiety full , i enjoy reading this piece it is master class

The poem is to show the care given to detail from someone in love, to satisfy the others needs and wants. yet they look else where for love. Patience is needed when your giving your all and yet it is not seen. Hence the final two lines: "then wonder why love always blooms greener on someone else's grass". As human we sometimes don't realize what is right in front of us, because we are looking in the wrong direction.
Thanks for the visit!

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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very intricate idea, i see

Good glad I could help...

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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More often than not your innovative style in poetry becomes your signature. I liked the rhythm you have created through copulation of words and pauses through clever use of inhalation and exhalation of breath and captured the emotions in those breaths which culminate in an ecstatic convulsion of love and lus in the end lines. I can only applaud. I feel Breath could be a more appropriate title than breathe.

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

your comment is extremely generous and I thank you.
Thanks for the visit as always.
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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