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Saturday, March 21, 2020

Breathed Into

The rhythm of this moment is your heart, beating.
Your breath against my face gives testament to life, and it is enough for me.
Expelled, it will suffice as a testament to all my strivings, all my warnings, all my yearnings, all my moans
In the dark, of stop and go, back and obey, heed and understand. Your breath is enough.

If, after death, I turn my face, to see an argument, a spark, a smile, an annoyance
I can face this. Only, breathe.

Then all the imagined steps I have danced, seconds I have whispered "life, my Love", into
The night
Have swirled amongst the Universe, and found
The Desire of Ages.

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