The Giving tree.

i'd like to plug you in
like a respirator
in in in
out out out
and i'd never get enough
of you
pour love down my lungs
sweet and heavy
and it seeping into my veins
in small strong bubbles
that bounce and bend and stretch
me till i am grown
some glorious thing
rich and wonderful and flying
lifted up
because your love
and these mundane things of earth
like gravity or grief
exist on different planes
different universes
and in this the law of matter states
that you are all that matters
and i'm in a hopeless state
of delightful dependance

because without you
i can't breathe.