I turn the rosary of breath
an excuse to caress the
taut unbroken thread of
your existence
a reason perhaps
to indulge in moment long
orgiastic absence to become
an intern an apprentice
in Lord's garage of conception
****Inspired by following lines of Christine Austin Cole's ' The Morse Code of Eternal Dreams'
Their scratching, the patter
of rain, your heartbeat, my Morse code…
fuse into a twisted, endless rhythm
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morose-breathing/
