Breathe In, Breathe Out
Your taste on my tongue is familiar and intoxicating;
Like thick fog, euphoria clouds my mind.
The world melts away, in this heated dance,
it’s just you and I in this empty bliss.
Your poisonous kiss leaves me choking, gasping;
with shaking hands I breathe you back in.
Remorse pierces my heart with merciless knives,
the aftermath of our love fades in the ashes.
© 2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking
I always dish out these poems as soon as the email arrives in my inbox for the new day. Where i’m at it’s technically still Day 7 but I look forward to these so much I can’t help but to work on them right away. Also, I feel strangely energized by the power of the moon. Anyone else feel like that?
In response to Day 8, the take I went for on ‘flavor’ is poison.