By C.J. Stone
BREATH
Through the air I smelt the breezes
Breathing from the lowlands
The dampness of the marshes
The bracken and the fern.
I set my nose to follow
Down the smoothest of highways
The silken neck of road
From ear to breasted hill.
I let my arms encompass
This softest of movements
Felt the tenderness like breath itself
In the belly of the road.
Saw the landmark rising
Like the spire of some cathedral
Aroused in the joyous hope
Of journey's sacred end.
A hiss of wind and a gentle rain
A whispering affection
Like smooth soft lips upon my face
The breath of the companion.
The smooth tongue of the road ahead
Silently communing
As lips slipped on in silent thoughts
That exist in no language.
And in that moment to penetrate
The meaning of the movement
The body of the world's wide love
Lies open like a dream.
I harried down the silken slope
Towards my destination
As a velvet shaft of playful thought
Urged softly for a space.
Like a diviner with his twitching rod
I was seeking for an entranc
To a dripping cave where liquid light
Rippled drops into a stream.
And breath is like a prayer
From the breath of the companion
From the sanctity of this sexual earth
To the embrace of the sky.
And breath is like the answer
To the breath of the companion
Whose sighing darkness churns
In the twisting of the road.
And stealing ever closer
My companion of moment
The bucking road that leads us on
From breath to shining breath.