If I were your breath, you would collect me gently inside yourself. I would exist in buzzing harmony with your body while within, then wash out peacefully with your farewell.
If I were sound upon your ears, I would caress them with fluttering waves. Sound's touch is too delicate to be felt with anything but the heart, but it stirs the heart like nothing else.
Breathe me, lover. Hold me inside; let me exist in your space. Hear me, which means to feel with the soul.
Wake beside me and let me be your sun, as you are my sky.