[yup!]
read what i wrote you!
these words
they're for you!
the bastard children
of
only me.
sprung from within my
mind;
like Athena
& twice as bold!
splattered
just then
onto this caring page;
like a back-room abortion
too late into its term.
grasping for breath while
its dying,
turning blue.
waiting.
waiting for YOU!
to touch the breath that
touched your lips
to be read aloud and
to touch said lips.
you mouth them as your
eyes
stroke the page.
to be so slose to those
lips...
to touch them,
tease them,
please them...
i'd give my dying breath!
a word cast upon
some
unsuspecting page,
grasping in this moment
waiting to be read.