Take Her BreathHis hands are clammy,a pale smoke draped upon the cracked lips,and soft words pour out,a mindless disease.The sheets are drenched,the life bled out,then fed back in again,and eyes so numb,and whites so red.Complimentary to the forest greens,where the birds perch unseen,here comes the cry,and then they take flight,to leave a hollow indent.Intent is not yet in his eyes,but thirst in his throat,and the water will not parch it,and he knows what will,but no will has he to leave.The mistake,to head down and hear the house breath,to hear her breath,to see her breath,to take her breath.And so sink into,