Who Breathes Upon the Glass


The tingle in the tips

Of fingers as they brush the dust

From frames that set your face

In trust away from days reality

A shield of smothered glass to keep

You stone and sober cold

For once you’re caught

That jaw that swallowed me whole

And down I went sliding

Through time and time

Locked in windpipes of curses

Blown through teeth that bit

And never kissed softly

My name

So now I never know

For sure

Who breathes

Upon the glass?

© K J Barr


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