Rough Draft
Together
Matthew Zeimer
Ecstasy!
I am my beating heart
My consciousness withdrawn
Flashes of red in my mind’s eye
Thriving in the rush of touch
I am my shallow breath
Just enough to live
Serene fading in the flashes of red
I am my heavy chest
The intimate weight pressing
Against my beating heart
My shallow breath
Light brush against my neck
All so pointedly experienced
I am my embraced hand
The warmth of that which it embraces
Gentle stroke against its back
Returned with a silent smile
I am my joyous soul.