INHALE

Inhale
Copyright DEC 11, 2008
Word count: 67
Can't quite tell you where this one came from...just couldn't get the words to leave me alone until they were on paper.


Do not hold your breath for me
I have not drifted gently into the ether
I am here, kicking and feral

Save me from the poignant pause...
that oh-so-careful hesitation...

I know what you're thinking,
eyes cannot guard their tongues so well

You hold my rose behind your back
and reach out with the other hand
earnest, supportive, sincere,
but

I.
Am.
Still.
Here.


And I don't think you'll find what you're expecting...
and you may well turn blue before I do.