Breathe

Little
pants
punched
holes
into
your face
quickly
as
yours
punched
back
to mine

quick
exchange
spittle
flew
yet
unable
to douse
the
hot
air
between
the spaces

short
puffs
quick
intake
sharp
stabs
to my
lungs
a
final
gasp

"i
cant
take
it
anymore"

-with a mighty heave
a great big push
i broke away-

with
my eyes closed
laboured breath had
strained my lungs and
thoughts
receding pants made up
by longer ones
cool air replaced hot
one by one
slowly slowly
i took this
long deserved