there is a time
and place
for everything

there are times
when i want to steal
your breath from your lungs
greedily, like a wolf,
just so you’ll have to
breathe through mine

but there are places
like the freckles of your cheeks,
the palms of your hands,
the flat expanse of your chest,
that remind me
of how beautiful it is
to breathe through you
as well