Wednesday, November 19, 2008


You are not a necessity,

not air for me.

Your absence causes only discomfort

not death.

Without you there is longing,

and a little lonliness,

but no despair.

Because you are not air

for me.

I do not need you to fill

my lungs and life

With your laughter, lies

hellos and goodbyes

tossed with such savoir faire

Because you are not air

for me.

Although your sigh

weakened my knees and wetted my eye

don’t misread me as breathless;

on the brink of despair

Because you are not air

for me.

But a confession, yes:

the scent of you still

lingers on the skin I’m in

and I inhale,

taking you deep within,

suddenly aware….

that I care…..

Even though you are not air….


lime said...

strange how that works out, isn't it?

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Flash said...

So nice. the imagery...

KFarmer said...

I'm sorry. Not sure exactly what for, but I am. Hugs to you sweet~

airplanejayne said...

lime - yes, it is very strange.
sol - I luvs me your hugs!!
flash - thanks sweetie
kfarmer - thanks for the hugs. There really was no pain involved --just a sudden realization on my part.