Inhaling time, the Earth spun
twice and a billion miles around the sun
before I drew your lips to mine.
Parted in anticipation of atmospheric change,
this built up energy could start an earthquake,
so grasp my neck and I will breathe it out in rations.
Replace air with adrenaline, savour the taste
of being starved; Andromeda’s stars interlaced
with the chains I beg to be bound in.