Downtime

I could subsist
on your breath alone;
unbeknownst
to you, I
devour it
late at night
or when
you are watching
television.
It is an entire
meal,
maybe two.
Violet’s gum has
nothing
on this
achingly perfect
concoction.

All of your ideas
pour in
like helium.
I rise and settle
more deeply.

2003