By Gala
Date: 7 February 2001
Thunderation
I felt a seismic rustle
when your fingers clasped mine
winding one hand about the other
until your pulse was a kindred vibration
in countersynch with my heart beat.
Give me back the breath you stole,
beloved thief---
cover my mouth with yours
and breathe it back to me
as I lean into your touch.
And when we have moved
twined
touched
each other into incoherence
kiss me again to swallow my cries,
bring me that last inch
over the edge,
and then catch me when I kick loose
soar
glide
and arch in your arms.
You needn't finish me off---
just finish me.
Thunderation.
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