A Breath for Weeping

Written a very long time ago, but I find myself thinking of it often, lately…

A Breath for Weeping

I want to taste the breath you breathe as I slip beneath…
I want to feel your need as I enter between…
I’ve got to know possession as you press against my flesh…
I’ve got to feel your passion as you breathe my breath…

I must live this feeling like a fire burning
Trees dissolving, walls collapsing
Bricks destroyed, space denied
As I stroll into your eyes

The air in the wind carries lust to its home
Fans the fire that will melt our souls
Prepares the spirit for its final climb
Gives us knowledge, guiding light

Maps of feeling, out of date
Books of wisdom, pages faded
Chains of freedom, loosely bound
Angelic ceilings falling down
Painted faces reveal the truth
Whispered statements give the proof

The search continues for love in lust
Light in darkness, might in fright
Day in night, life in death

It stops, it spins, it orbits within
Where thoughts of fire make us blind
Consuming our minds with futile highs

The air in the wind carries lust to its home
Fans the fire that will melt our souls
Prepares the spirit for its final climb
Gives us knowledge, the will to die

I want to taste the breath you breathe as I slip beneath…
I want to feel your need as I enter between…
I’ve got to know possession as you press against my flesh…
I’ve got to feel you weeping as you breathe my final breath…

EEP