I Breathe You
To say I love you is equivalent
to saying I breathe air. Such sustenance
as I derive from oxygen devolves
so liberally, so reflexively upon
me, yet were I deprived of atmosphere,
the words “I breathe” would not avail to fill
my lungs with what they need, nor would the words
“I am a fish” convert my lungs to gills.
Ethereal by nature, not by choice,
I’m bound to love you notwithstanding my voice.
Listen here: I Breathe You