Asphyxia

Sometimes I like thinking

that the air that touches my lips

has already been in your mouth.

Sometimes I like feeling

that the air that I breathe

was once your breath.

And when I breathe in,

I breathe you in,

and I feel you are inside me.

In every breath,

I breathe you

in and out.

I take you

and exhale you,

continuously.

But you never leave me.

You are always around...

surrounding me.

Then I feel I am not good

because I let you go all the time.

But I know well that if I hold you in...

too much...

my soul will end up out of me.