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.