171. Kissing For Air

Yearning branded it's mission:
Needing you to avoid oblivion.
Breathing in a life of craving.

With a hand wet from all these tears,
No longer able to hold on to you,
Everything slipping so soon.

Breathlessness giving into fear,
Praying for lips to taste sweet honeydew,
Dying into an aftertaste of the empty moon.

My ears slapped by the wolf's howl,
Waking me up from the dream,
Back into my senses.

To feel my full heart beating,
Jumping high for the heavens,
Revealing an unavoidable intimacy.
"Isn't it a joy to feel so alive?"
It's silence screamed.

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