Exhale

No more problems.
No more sorrow.
No more tears.
No more rain.

Your touch is rough.
Your voice is hot.
Your taste is bitter.
Your smell is sin.

I inhale you.
I breathe you.
I lit you.
I consume you.

You're my fire.
You're my soul.
You're my friend.
You're my enemy.

I need to exhale to lose you.

31.10.2005