To return in you

To return in you

and pressed upon you

feel the air nothing else

to contend liberties exist

by molding the verge

of a single way

a path for spring

next to you in this body

and nowhere else 

not to leave the enclosure

but remain embracing

inhaling your shape

to believe in crevices

of form, of something inside

me conducting this frame

a place to assemble

the tactile, to be there

to you disposable

called by life in your chest

the bronchial rivers reveal

the mechanics 

of what I am certain is

inside you, I press upon you

the obverse of mine 

if you are here I must also

be somewhere in this interior

made of what I cannot name.