Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Breathing Exercise

INHALE . . . . .

my breathe like the retreating wave.
I take you in, each pulse gasps for a breath.

HOLD IT IN . . . . .

A lethargic drug filling-up my senses,
A slow seduction creeping in my veins.

EXHALE . . . . .

My breath drawn away from me,
The wave racing back to the shore
that I stole them from.
You are expelled from my system.

INHALE , HOLD IT IN , EXHALE

cycle upon cycle
I'm on a high.
love overdose

INHALE, HOLD IT IN, EXHALE

Your perfume is so addictive.

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