There's a tangible feeling that I can taste on every single bud of my tongue
A moment in time when you see the way she looks at her
It's sitting there
Right there, below my collar bone
Expanding fast enough to expel any breathe I try to gasp onto
It's caught between lifting as a balloon to skies unseen and sinking down to capture fire inside the chest
Close in tight to fend the ache, chase away the rush
She has taken the air and made it too big to (hold in/breathe)