Love Like Breathing
A poem
Beer bottles emerge from a JanSport
like red-eyed rabbits from a hat
as magician's hands, tense and sweaty,
perform their final trick.
And just when I think I’ve fallen deep,
deep down
through the thumb-size hole
in this tattered limousine seat,
suffocated by the violent jabs of
sideways glances,
you inhale my discomfort and say,
“I’m happy you’re here.”
You hum Gwen Stefani through a gap-toothed grin,
tuneless.
Don’t Speak boy,
it’s your breath
I covet.
Youth clamors on, witless
as we whisper hot air into each other’s lungs,
creating tropical gales
that push our bodies close.
A joint appears in your hand;
gift from God or Gwen.
You exhale
and leave me breathless. Gasping
bodies evaporate into puffs of
Thick. Creamy. Smoke.
We float through cracks in the sky;
obsidian in the starlight.
You become the warm summer breeze
undoing my curls,
the gusts of wind that coat my mind in velvet;
emerald green.
And when the memory of you fades
to a pale xanadu,
when nothing remains but stale air
in ziplocked lungs,
I must only remember to step outside
on a warm summer’s night
and breathe you in.
About the Creator
Mariah Quintanilla
Social Media Manager and freelance illustrator. Manic hobbyist. Love my plants to death.
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