when breathing bores me

John Lodder Creative Commons

bend my lungs,
wreck my pulse.
pull me like a 
loomed thread
til taut.

Take fully.

Tip my flesh
into the sky.
Skip my sigh
until it breaks
and forms waves,
tidal riding.

Tell me your eyes.
Enter me.

Warm, 
simmer rise, 
boil burn, 
scorch blacken char, 
crumble 
dampen melt, 
rush,
sip;

just 
do not 
stop.


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