i asked you if you saw yourself here, or if you saw the character of you in this story i'm writing. but i didn't have to ask, i knew you saw it. your words reappear in type, framed and characterized by my perspective and the frames, the rules, i live within. i suppose it must be something like rose-tinted glasses, seeing yourself this way.
if i gave you my breath, if i gave you my life, if i gave you the clicking tocks of the clock while you hold it for me, what would you do? each time, now, as your hands catch and release it, and when i try to control my rasping breath now able to grab for comfort again, i know you're pushing my hair gently out of my face to watch me suffer for you. everything is a physical manifestation, a representation of an unnameable interior dimension - you, holding my breath.
no, i could not take a breath if you did not want me to. but more importantly, i wouldn't want to.
photo credit to ilyssa skye tonnessen
2 comments:
i enjoyed reading this! and i found, in particular, this line stunning and wholly submissive: "no, i could not take a breath if you did not want me to. but more importantly, i wouldn't want to."
Love it!
--toy
believe it or not, it was an incredibly romantic moment, what prompted this. he said to me, "if i could force you to ask permission for every breath you took, i would."
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