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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