We run down a dusty gravel road
Sweating, breathless, panting
July wet heat wraps our bodies
In still, silent air.
We walk down cool shaded road
Talking, breathing, touching,
Fingertips seek and touch
In tentative desire
Rolling fast, nearly silent,
Coasting up and down country hills
Wind kisses our faces
With hard passion
We sit, stock still,
Listening as
Experts send music
Deep inside us
In all these places we are breathing,
Close to one another
And thus inhale
Each the other's breath.
Alone we hold each other
Moving together, so close,
Mouth to mouth
Inhaling each the other.
7/27/98
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