Your fingertips
Walked
Across
My skin,
And,
In
An instant,
My breath reacted.
Where
Air
Had once
Filled my lungs,
There is now only
A sacred
Emptiness,
And a smile
And sigh
That escaped my lips
In a glorious rush.
This is
The lone evidence
Of what had,
But mere moments ago,
Made a home,
If even
Briefly
Within me.
You are
The most skilled of thieves,
The one
Adept at stealing
Invisible things.
Walked
Across
My skin,
And,
In
An instant,
My breath reacted.
Where
Air
Had once
Filled my lungs,
There is now only
A sacred
Emptiness,
And a smile
And sigh
That escaped my lips
In a glorious rush.
This is
The lone evidence
Of what had,
But mere moments ago,
Made a home,
If even
Briefly
Within me.
You are
The most skilled of thieves,
The one
Adept at stealing
Invisible things.
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