As If My Breath Is On Your Neck Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Take your time to find my mind.
It is where it has always been.
Here.
With relevance,
You have yet to discover.
And when you do uncover this...
It will still be as fresh!
As fresh to you,
As if we are viewing the developments...
Unfolding.

And you find I can still hold onto your attention,
As if my breath is on your neck.
And yet...
Your dissecting of what has been left,
So long ago...
Remains with you,
Of current interest.

Interesting,
At best.
But not enough to leave me curious.

Take your time to find my mind.
It is where it has always been.
Here.
With relevance,
You have yet to discover.

And when you do...
It will still be as fresh!
As fresh to you,
As if we are viewing the developments...
Unfolding.

And you are holding on in a disbelief.
At my command.

Remember this...
You can not discover,
What another knew existed.

You may try to recover...
From the 'how' what you now know,
Had been already known!
Not only by me but many.

Before you came along...
To find your thoughts had been wrong!
And how I knew.
And you,
Had to pay a price...
To find this out.