This is for you. You know who you are.

The Law of Conservation of Mass

Air is matter.

And it mattered

when you and I

lay together

that your hot breath shocked

my nerve endings

and your soft lips rendered me defenseless

as you took me to

that sacred space

and sacrificed me to the gods of Love.

Again.

And again.

And again.

It matters

that air is matter.

It cannot be created or destroyed.

The air we shared is still here.

So am I.

But you are gone

and I don’t know why.

Still, the air you breathed caresses my skin

when I go it alone to that space we once shared

Again.

And again.

And again.

One day another

will come, and, like you,

will tease me with his hot breath,

using the same air that once came from you,

and his lips will set my soul afire

when he lays me down on

that sacred altar

and offers me up as oblation

to Love.

Again.

And again.

And again.