I breathed each drop of you
Off my finger tips
off the palm of my hand
Each breath a whiff of fresh
I breathed and I breathed ever more
Until the last drop ran out
I smiled, satiated
Knowing I will get no more.
I think its when I wrote this poem that I at least unconsciously began to realize the obsessive nature in me. I cling to people like a leech...and if I am pulled out..i get breathless and I start sweating and gradually..little by little perish away..
