I breathe and so does she.
Her life is wrapped up in mine.
Lending my blood, oxygen, and genomes,
our sustenance sources from the same field of cells.
She is a soul inhabiting a body,
inhabiting my body which also houses a soul.
We are a mystery to each other,
this tiny passenger and I.
A mystery, only, until she shouts with a breath of life.
At which point her breath will surely take away mine.