death couldn’t take you
life held you; close, intimate
to the warmth of its chest
In the shroud of its breath...
Air heavy, hung close;
Crushing words to whispers...
hidden within; within life itself;
that you never understood
the embers of pain, the heat
like hot coals to the lungs,
as you grasp, scant air
pulled with the breath...
close; closer to you
than death itself;
life holds you, intimate and close
Smothering in warmth...
Only heat to inhale;
The cloying taste of life
Sun 19th Aug 2018 07:03
Thank you Anya and Keith for the likes
Much appreciated.
All the best des
Sun 19th Aug 2018 06:58
Hi Rachel,
Words can touch us so deeply, they can be our strength or our weakness. Benevolent or malign...
Such is their power.
I seem to have touch on your memories, if I have, I hope they are happy ones.
All the best Des
elPintor
Sun 19th Aug 2018 00:57
Hi, Desmond,
The instinct for survival is so strong...
I am reminded of looking upon an infant while sleeping after major surgery to save her life--I saw her smile as I contemplated how thankful I was that she was with us.
Words can touch so deeply,
Rachel
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DESMOND CHILDS
Sun 19th Aug 2018 07:05
Thank you Darren for the like. Much appreciated.
All the best des