Golden Pillow

Breath on me and
Press air in me with your
Huge lung that shows me
Your richness.

Afraid of to breath self,
Weak by tiredness
Under your breast
Lose my breath
In your rich pillow.

You ask me to stay?
Why do you ask me
To die with you?
I don't know your life,
Just see your eyes,
Your old skin crinkling your brow.

Let me go!
I don't belong to this place
Between your
Breast
And this golden pillow.