Breathing

I watched you breathe.
While we laid under the covers.
With your head resting against my arm.
Your breath looked so peaceful
and I had hopes that I could bottle the carbon dioxide that you emitted.
I'd store it creepily underneath my bed and then I'd always have a piece of what you are and what you may be.
That would be enough for me.
No sense of property here though I'd love for you to be mine.
If not I will keep your bottled breath under my bed.