Breathless
By zuzus petals
I’ve never seen a muse With destruction on her mind, But, as smooth as the summer’s coolest night, Still steamy, but softly calm; I break from the extreme. Now, my throat is dry with silence, Parched for a breath Only I can summon rarely. The humidity once filled me With temporary satisfaction, But now, the thought of being breathless Nearly knocks the wind out of me.like I said, I've never met inspiration with the thought of my destruction, but so many times creation = destruction (my other poem KARMA is about that too). Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 09:00 AM PST 10 • 0
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