Circular Breathing

Where did our air come from when we

kissed so much but from each other’s

lungs, each nose compressed against the other’s

cheek, tongues blocking breath, and yet we

fed each other recycled air full of

hormones and pheromones and the instinctive

pleasure of saliva.

We were like jazz musicians, our mouths

stuffed with instruments, blowing and

sucking and singing in the heart’s

sublime chorale,

but still, I don’t

remember breathing.