Breath

Sometimes at night I listen to you breathe,

One, two, one two, one

Two

And into that apnaeic gap

A wind rushes in smelling of the void

And autumn mold –

An icepack on my swollen heart.

You’ve come into my life

Necessary as breath.

You have not been diverted by my lovely wall,

Or taken in by my splendid show of words.

Oh no, you just keep coming and coming

And now see clearly into the dark and depths

Of need and broken boy

And deeper still touch the joy.

On the morning the world ends,

I trust you will be brave,

And take my breath away

As you always have.