Respiration

(you only have one moment)
...Inhale...

And capture the moment
on the crisp slides
of memory.
They're on a frame-shift helix,
those seconds that trickle
through your oxygen-laced
brain.

Treasure.

Everything in my world
(which consists of
your words and honey-suckle)
is a verb
and a thing
and a precious, precious instant
of sunset splendour.

Tell me what you
thought
felt
believed
(breathed)
in that moment when we slid past
the dead of this boring town
and into our
own makebelieve kingdom?

(Somewhere in all of this,
you've forgotten to
exhale.)

We are a plunging
soaring
roaring
disaster (that I love).

And maybe it's a
mockery,
but let's just sit and watch
the universe unfold.

...Inhale...
(you've only lost one moment)