Bartering

Please leave me, breath, if I cannot inhale the whispers from my lover’s lips once more. Unless allowed to gaze in azure eyes, may sight be taken from me, I implore. Pray limbs, collapse that fail to carry me back to the only one I wish to hold. The scent of passion lingering on skin, is sweeter than the poets ever told. I’d rather starve, possess a bone-dry cup than live without a kiss to quench my thirst. Without this precious love, I won’t survive. The heart within my chest will simply burst I offer every sense I might possess to be allowed just one more sweet caress.