Breath in My Bottle

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jarred by your breath–
by the water from your lips.
Your gravity shackles me,
orchestrating the swells
that thrash in my dreams.

Incomparable in soul.
Breaking me.
There is no divide of oceans,
and no separation of hand.
We belong mended–
a perfect mold in this life.

Wandering past poverty,
and breaking through storms.
I am a child inside your callings.
You bring me back to where I belong.

Magic forges our bottle.
Sealed by our unbreakable,

and loving bond.

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28 comments

  1. Very beautiful….. =)) will miss you on here Jess, your work has been a true gift to my heart dear friend. I hope I will be back online soon enough…..XOXO! Love to you! April

    1. Thank you love! I hope your hiatus is short and we still find a way to stay connected. Let me know how you are as soon as you can. Much love. xoxoxo

  2. a bottle is a great metaphor for a relationship and all that it can contain…and as long as it is together it can hold much…nice..

  3. Love the flow in such a small space. The layered depth in here is difficult to convey for a piece three times it’s length, yet what a wonderful job you did here, again in such a small place. Concise with out imagery sacrifice. Thanks for sharing

  4. A great intensity expressed here, I found it quite touching

    “Wandering past poverty,
    and breaking through storms.
    I am a child inside your callings.
    You bring me back to where I belong.”

    Absolutely got me with that stanza, beautiful! ~ Rose

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