January 19, 2004

make free

you lay on me.
lie next to me, breathing the sweet
love of your day
down on my face
in strong congested
puffs as you strain to exhale.
twisted amongst your legs/the sheets,
i struggle to free
the weight of the day
has captured me, yet again.
it must be the early riser
who finds the time to leave
in the cold night to free its soul.
i am no longer here to drink
the sweet smell of your breath.
to the pink of my skin
i itch to get free.

before - after