Here, you

Echoes of your breathing

Ripple the sound waves and

Stroke my ears;

I feel the air filling your chest

As your grip behind my back strengthens,

And the surges just below the spine

Pulsing in me.

Teeth marks on your lips,

Hair curled in the humidity,

Destroyed radiator,

Hungry gasps;

One, two, three –

Hold your breath.

I am here.

I am you.

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