“He gave life to the breath- oxygen, a simple gas, he transferred into words, ideas, hope.”
“He thought of the feeling of receiving oxygen from a mask and the calming sensation it brought, partly because of the concentrated gas but partly too because he could hear his muffled lungs expelling their product within the mask, and it reminded him that he was breathing, that the gas was flowing at all times but most importantly at that moment, a constant and essential truth. His lips and lungs and teeth were witness to the passage of breath.”
“I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
“... and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
“Kissed me like he was a man starving for oxygen and I was the only air he needed to breathe.”
“My face is in his hands and my lips are at his lips and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”