Breathe Poem by Angelia McKee

Breathe

Rating: 5.0


I breathe you now, though at such a distance, I’m unsure how.
I can stand as close as possible, yet never take in your scent.
You could stink for all I know.

The very sight of you, blinding, as though looking at the sun.
I can see you clearly, but never know the color of your hair.
No painting, not matter how neat, could capture such unruly magnificence.

You have the voice of perfection.
We can talk for hours on end without me tiring of the sound.
Maybe someday I’ll actually hear it.

You are the only person who listens to my ranting as though it were commonplace.
You never complain but always say something witty.
You are the best friend I’ve never had.
All of the good, none of the bad.

Here, you can accept the illusions.
There is no concern for reality and its untimely intrusions.
All of these things at my command,
and yet I’ve never touched your hand.

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