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If In The Morning You Are Breathing…
Terror, Love, terror—
Each night, asleep.
Fearing no bad dreams, no—
Yet the unsettling is complete.
For if I close my eyes,
And you, you do not wake--
Wasting every breath I keep--
And you somehow have escaped;
This realm, this realm that holds your soul:
If in the morning you are not whole,
T'would be no miner leap:
I would with you withdraw--
And draw no breath
And make no speech.
So Love, here, hear me beseech:
Let us each settle down in gentle
Let our repose crawl and creep;
And when the morning finally dawns
Let the sunlight be replete:
With you, with you Love--
Breathing,
Sound
And
Deep.
As both we know
Breathing
Is no unaccomplished feat
Take the air, draw in the air
And forever it repeat.
Terror, Love, terror—
Each night, asleep.
Fearing no bad dreams, no—
Yet the unsettling is complete.
For if I close my eyes,
And you, you do not wake--
Wasting every breath I keep--
And you somehow have escaped;
This realm, this realm that holds your soul:
If in the morning you are not whole,
T'would be no miner leap:
I would with you withdraw--
And draw no breath
And make no speech.
So Love, here, hear me beseech:
Let us each settle down in gentle
Let our repose crawl and creep;
And when the morning finally dawns
Let the sunlight be replete:
With you, with you Love--
Breathing,
Sound
And
Deep.
As both we know
Breathing
Is no unaccomplished feat
Take the air, draw in the air
And forever it repeat.
Literature
As the Sun Walks
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.
With careful steps I will do my best to stay up and awake,
Though the sun has no problems with this,
I do we are far apart, Sol and I, fire and earth.
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them,
To the best of my ability, be the tip of the invading spear as it
Mirthfully chases away the night, calling that day has come,
Let Night retire to their mutual couch!
I will rise and walk the sidewalks as the sun walks them.
For the morning is a sort of table, a place of parley between
Light and Dark, and between silence and noise.
Literature
helium balloon lungs
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,
ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,
iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,
iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,
v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
inhaling intuition,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,
vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs
Literature
Antidote
Yellowed wallpaper flowers bloom and peel
in the steamy interior shade.
The kettle sings a monotone falsetto.
The clouds are made of moths
flying towards the sun.
I can feel your hands asking me
yawning questions
in the way they cradle your porcelain glass.
I could find an answer if you want to know why
but for now,
please
just look at all this light.
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My husband is not well, and these thoughts keep going through my mind---what if I wake up tomorrow and he no longer breathes?
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I don't mean to sound clichéd, but I was hooked. A strong mix of yearning and fear, and the very clear emotion accentuates the tone throughout: this is the way I wish I could write!
You have my prayers also, you both deserve happiness and health and I wish both will make a home with you permanently.
You have my prayers also, you both deserve happiness and health and I wish both will make a home with you permanently.