я зажму тебе рот рукой, не выдыхай

You've begun to breathe, brimming your lungs with my small sea: practice for the true thing, the first tug of air into your slick, cresting body. Even now, you might survive if pushed from the deep. With each false breath, you are drifting closer to the airy world, this place where we'll touch but forever be parted, and parting.