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.