 May We? poem by April Pittman on AuthorsDenFeatured Authors: Beverly Scott, iPaul Kyriazi, iDenise Richardson, iJohn Martin, ibhavna khemlani, iAlan Cook, iDietmar Rothe, i Isochronal My Last Mistake Dear Father, All Gone In Search of Zarrah II: Left Unspoken Anchor My Anchor, We Sink In Lieu of Flowers, Reticence Reservoir Down Shock and Awe Locked Out Where Are You Now? The Laughter After The Captain and Iby April Pittman Friday, November 12, 2010Print Save Become a Fan I wonder what your breath would smell liketrapped beneath the hot enclosure of my blanketwith your nose slightly cold and touching mineand your smile heard as a whispered exhaleI wonder how long we would shift and fidgetto get closer to one another in our cavernthough our knees knock and our arms twistour foreheads bump and our icy toes scratchwould we give up and allow our lips to collideor would we roll awkwardly toward one anotherand find contentment in our own hushed chatterwould the smell of your skin overwhelm meas it bakes between us in our warm confinementand when we capitulated to the need for airwould the chilly draft pinken your cheekswhile we gasp for pure oxygen through our smileswould it all end with our fingers entwinedand our eyes closed against waking realityand us continuing our conversation in our dreams 