It seems counterintuitive (Or wait, there is more)

And still the pain calls us
invites us to bring
scented plumeria
calm and sheltering
on the exhale,
a soothing salve
of comfrey and myrhh
on the inhale;
the rhythmic pulsing of our hearts
counterpoint
to the staccato of its fear
blankets of breath to warn
against the chill
of separation