You asked me what took my breath away.
A porn star with "we are all stardust" tattooed on her left inner thigh,
I told you.
And it was true.
It did take my breath away.
From silicone to stardust, perhaps there is hope yet.
I was tense even though you smiled at my answer.
Honestly, I didn't know how you would take it.
I offered to get you coffee but you shook your head no.
I would have offered to tend the fire but
we have no stove.
It's just as well.
I held my breath, waiting.
How different holding your breath is as opposed
to having it taken away.
Finally you got up from the couch
and went to take a shower or build an observatory.
I exhaled, thinking of black ink and a pale thigh.
--6/23/15
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