Poised,
Gun in hand
I wait.
I feel
your shoulder
as it brushes mine
in time
to the beat
of your heart,
and I breathe.
Heat pours
from your body
and it warms me.
You're with me,
sunshine,
and we are
a force of nature
A thing
to be reckoned with.
We are all
that I need.

***

Bullets
pierce the air
too near.
We duck;
roll apart,
and as the
thread of connection
breaks
I am chilled
with the fear
that I won't hear you
Breathe.


-- THE END --

September 2007