Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

This Breath, I Breathe 


Like the wee funnel,

As the tub drains low.
You pull me in closer.
Taking with you…

This breath, that I breathe and borrow.
This heart that beats,
These lips that taste sweet,
And these eyes that see.

Only you.
You in front of me, next to me.
Under the dark streets, light.
In this November cold.
You warm me.
You warm me.

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4 thoughts on “This Breath, I Breathe 

  1. Into the warm swirling waters of the bath… Simple and sensuous words. This makes me all cozy inside.

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