The cool air kissing my forehead and the tip
of my nose make me shiver and suck in my first
breath of cold clean air. Pure air, free from the
scent of your skin, free from the sounds of our
heavy breathing or the thick sweet nothings you
lather on me as the sweat evaporates off your chest
or the moisture of my kisses dries from your lips.
Crystal clear air that rushes into my lungs shocking me
with its intrusion and clearing my mind enough for me
to complete my first logical thought in months. A thought
not clouded with the illusion of love nor tainted with the
promise of a future I can neither fathom nor imagine....
