I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.

So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,

giving ill regard to
the pungent
bitterness that
dangles in the gallows
of my throat.

Light fades.

You oblige me as I
extend my hand to you
and we slow dance
as I exhale
into forever
and drift away
with you in my arms
and the peace
of knowing
I’ll never have
to let you go