What Does A Breath of Fresh Air Have To Do With Anything, Anyway?

Is it possible to fall in love with air?
Most assuredly.

Here, for example, is an allegorical version for love.
I want that one.
And there I was.
My hair on the pillow.
My eyes wide open.
In the Dark.
Collecting the light.
And the nuances of Prisms.
Under the light of the Moon.
And there it was.
My breath of fresh air.

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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