Love

She wanted to weep suddenly,
wanted to breathe her breath into his,
wanted to offer her blood
as liquid for him to breathe in,
to be born again and again,
and then once more
like a small death, a gasp.

She wanted to live as intensely as possible;
walk on the edge, just until her feet became bloody,
stopping before harm was done
Breathing deeply and ecstatically
feeling the breath in her heart
and her sex
knowing she was effervescent,
knowing she was vital;
that she was, first and foremost, a sexual being
primal
ALIVE.