You can use my
skin to breathe
my eyes to see
yourself, my
arms to hold you
tight…she said
to me under
covers, under the
impression of time
the move toward
the center…I  
couldn’t hold tight
enough, close
enough I couldn’t
think; I chose to
breathe
a moment lost, a
little minute of
warm effort, I
felt her heart beat
on skin, on time
on and on and
I helped myself
and breathed
her skin covering
the minutes
between here and
then.