Poem #182 of 365

Managing one's breath is the most beautiful thing.
That’s what singing is.
It boils down to that.

Yoginis spend decades, the bulk of their lives
in their bodies, perfecting the breath.
Inhalation and exhalation.

And meditators fixate on managing that breath process as well,
while swimmers, how could you get into water and glide,
float around in it without knowing how to suck and hold breath,
in the right proportions at the right time.

And when you are panting in my proximal location,
swinging me 'round and adjusting the angle with
which your hand cups mine, this is breathing
that quickens my breath.

And when, as with Mark, our breathing synched in rhythm
as we sank into bed. There is nothing like that.
Sharing two sets of lungs and feeling light as air.

Breathing and breathing, our sighs on the pillow,
sustaining our song.


copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez