Waking Up

This morning I woke up
tasting the honesty in your breath,
in the emotive potential of flesh,
like emotions hidden in limbs
and memories that seep into bones
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How can each moment
be anything other than perfect?
When each cumulative one, has led
to me standing here, before you?

When each one built on the next
and led us, to exchange glances now
through veils, so many veils
laid bare by the naked flame of the heart?

When they have led to this dance
inside my chest, forsaking breath?
Breathless...breath itself left forgotten
in the annihilating wake of your beauty.