Circular Breathing

Where did our air come from when we

kissed so much but from each other’s

lungs, each nose compressed against the other’s

cheek, tongues blocking breath, and yet we

fed each other recycled air full of

hormones and pheromones and the instinctive

pleasure of saliva.

We were like jazz musicians, our mouths

stuffed with instruments, blowing and

sucking and singing in the heart’s

sublime chorale,

but still, I don’t

remember breathing.

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  • Agatha-luise  On December 22, 2012 at 11:33 am

    Thank you for reminding me those moments.

  • ● ● ● (@ten_ten_ten)  On December 22, 2012 at 5:59 pm

    I tried to teach myself circular breathing a while back, unsuccessfully…but reading this, I do believe I was well-practiced in this when I was a teenager. Now, I have the right mental image. 😀

  • Josie  On February 7, 2013 at 10:37 pm

    This made me smile. 🙂 As always, your beautiful words capture a moment precisely and take my mind back to a place in time I’d almost forgotten.

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