The Air Poem by Shane Bryan

The morning breeze fills my lungs
And its poison to my heart
The cold as i leave you in my bed
Makes the day a difficult start

They tell me work is what I must do
I tell them it is blasphemy
When I have this waiting in my bed
How do I leave a rare beauty

I cherish the moment of the return
When she is waiting there for me
Opened arms and puckered lips
She washes away the misery

The night air passes through my lips
And its as sweet as can be
Nothing but desire fills my heart
As a beauty lies before me.