Sunday, June 29, 2014

Last Breath

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

I heard your faint breath
passing through
layers of clay
as I clung
to the ground
closest
to where
the air you exhaled
can pass through

kiss me
through the air
with
a wisp
of ginger ale
old spice
and musk
and lime

make me
breath
you
once more.

21 April 2014 6:42 p.m.

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