Choice Choices.
I awaken, and hear
you breathe close by.
It is wrenching in its
beauty, magnificent
in it's depth, warm
and enticing. Lips
barely parted,
caressed by such
delicate breath. What
confusion in my mind!
Which would I rather be?
Lips soothed by the
warm balm of your exhale,
or a gust of wind,
touching two full
promises of kisses divine?
My God, to be faced
with such choices.
Do I enter Heaven or
Eden? I suppose
I must be satisfied
with being me, and wait
till morn, when I can touch
lips, and feel that breath
slide silk down my neck
in your warm caress.
'Tis a futile hope, that
all my choices were akin
to the one that trapezes
in my mind.
