It hangs around you. Thick. Unmoving.
Let it stay there. In your arms. Through your hair. On your lips. Inside you.
Everywhere … Where I should be.
I can not breathe. My breath will push it away. Beyond you.
I hear it. Your heartbeat. I can sense swirls around the skin of your chest.
I can not touch you.
I can not see you.
I want my skin to feel what just felt you.
Let it consume me.