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
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.
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
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