Anticipating my last dawn of breath
scratching through our windows
seeping into dust
after and after life's little test
and where do we begin to breath
when do we reach out and touch
how do I grasp on to something so small
yet hold so much
and to my despair
I swallow my pride
only to wither in my own self made bliss
I have nothing to hide
I have nothing to share
and would this be my day?
if I settled for less
if I took in everything and put
it to rest
could I let go of something so deep,
could I watch it fall,
my own insecurity
my own self-doubt
could I let it overlap
could I doubt my own self-happiness
you look so beautiful
in your devious way
I kiss on a kiss
and beg you to stay

©2000 Jennifer Cantu