i woke up and you were breathing. we both were, and the sound of it filled the whole room and all of my mouth. i woke up and there was so much noise and silence, and there was a line between forms. there was a line and the shape of it was the shape of my breath and the way it is moulded in my throat, the way it is a thread between lungs and heart and tongue. the way that it tastes as i let it out and then curl it back in again, the way that i can see it moving. my skin smells like seven different things and in the night they are everything and i am the way they mix together.