My Breath Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

My breath—
I’ve never seen you
But in the
Catacombs of
Aspired inspirations
Where versified
Stanzas roam
About in the underground
Tunnels of
My imagination and
Yet, just like velum waves
Go to the rhythm of the
Ebbing sea so do
My thoughts spur the
Swelling of
Your ripened breasts
And without
Forethought but
By purest impulse,
I sense plum-purple peaks
Awaken angrily by
The briefest
Brush of my stirring kiss

©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga