I like to taste each drop of iced air trickling down my throat,
Savour all the melodies carried in on the ancient wind.
I like to wish the coolness into my skin,
Feel the textures coursing through my pumping, purple veins.
I like to feel my heart beating against my heavy lungs,
As a sluggish second lengthens,
And I let go of the breath I took from the sky
Pouring them back into the silky breeze.
I like to enjoy how it feels to breathe.