after you're gone
telling me this later
on the phone
breathe deep
does a taste remain
when you lick your lips
your mind imagining
fantasy is revisited
breathe deep
do whispers of love
still play in your ear
a concerto rewinding
that only we hear
breathe deep
breathe deep baby,
breathe deep
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.