I don't think a mask of oxygen
could relieve the stress you put on my lungs

every night
when the stars chant stories above our heads
I find the air getting
thicker and thicker

you inch closer and closer
I need  solitude
I need space

but

crazy enough
I want you closer
I thrive on the way
you make me gasp for breath

so this afternoon
I want to see the clouds dance above our heads
and
if I lose my breath
don't worry
it's fine
because it's all for *you