Ba Bump Beat Poem by Emma R. Kessler

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Slip back
Holding the pillows
I joke if you tease me about sleeping well alone
I'll be up all night
But it's the truth
Ba bump beat
My heart in my throat
Choke
On a breath of oxygen to my lungs
I forget sometimes to inhale every once in a while
I guess
I think
If maybe
I don't breathe
I could stop wishing I was feeling you
Ba bump beat
Under my cheek
A tangled net at our feet
Blankets thrown away
Warmed by our body heat
Ba bump beat
-Me-
Rapidly
With each stroke of your hand up my back
I want you more and more
On top of me
Making me breathe
Faster
Trying to inhale some control
No
Maybe I should just let go...