Unlock The Key

[size=9]Take a deep breath
when at the point of no return,
the "never go(ing) back"
being shoved in my face
without that hand to extend,
embrace, and catch.
Am occupied by the thoughts
that have thus far won/one
against the ever so faded
actions on the rebound(ing
isn't for me).

If it wasn't that feeling
of giving in (or up)-
although this is what you
(and I are to) question-
there'd be no point in
easing (y)our mind.
Exhale, and breathe (in).

In this time of (no) breathing,
I'll look into her eyes and
trace the message being seen/scene.
Find the inch of safety All over me,
I feel your touch.
More than just an closed eye,
black is (not) all I see.
Your movements tracing
my face and hips and beyond.
You're telling me to open my eyes.
You tell me to breathe.
The sounds of his voice
are ever present and beating.
I exhale with the reassuring
sounds of your voice,
"It'll be okay. Just breathe,
pretty girl. Just breathe."

Another deep breath.
I feel my lungs collapsing.
I feel my chest rising
and falling faster than
anticipated and I'm
loosing
(track of when the)
blood
(is pumping or
receiving oxygen).
Rush is making my
body convulse and quiver.
Rather not exhale;
rely on your breathing.

Reminders to breathe
shouldn't be a necessity;
a key-less mystery.
Exhaling deeply.
Repeat.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a well penned poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.