A Held Breath

The calm before the storm haunts me
with its emptiness so thick,
like the foggy memory of a
moment past,
where I can recall only the clouds
drifting amid the rustic skies above,
and the taste of your lips against mine,
and the feeling of your breath against my neck;
and nothing else.

Here and now,
all I taste is the nostalgia nested in my throat,
all I feel is fear as I gasp for air
in the stillness of the present,
careful to stir the nasty weather’s caprice
from its halcyon slumber.

Perhaps, if I lie in wait
in silence,
still,
the storm will forget it’s due,
and I’ll feel once more the breeze of the world
as she exhales against my neck.

Author's Note

I'm only now slightly tugging at the reins writer's block has on me, be harsh with your criticisms, if you'd please. Thank you for reading.

Photo courtesy of Marta Bevacqua, or M0THart, of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

That was so beautiful. I could see the picture as I read it, you painted it so well

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks for stopping by, Anne Timmins.

[Emily]

'The calm before the storm haunts me' Love this part!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Emily.

[Frieda P]

Nothing to be harsh about Tai, it's a darkly enchanting reminisce.

careful to stir the nasty weather’s caprice
from its halcyon slumber.

Those lines are money....I love it!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you for the kind thoughts, Frieda. Darkly enchanting; the mere mention of the words make me swoon!

[akihsna]

I'm loving this, Tai! Keep up with the good work. Another simple yet great piece from you. :)

[Tai Ryens]

I thank you kindly, Anshika.