I cannot live without a certain amount of oxygen
and your poetry skips off your lips like love.
I breathe in your essence, the words you graffiti
all over the sky, and I watch for you at night time,
when all is asleep I set my alarm by your poetry
those words of yours keep me alive and awake.
When all is dreaming, I am high on your pure oxygen
the Psalms of pure oxygen sung for thousands of years.