In my mind, I counted down the breaths until I was almost gasping, reaching out to exhale just in time to stay alive, and I am conscious enough to close my eyes and describe this feeling as breathless.
Short words in each pause, and I am only listening with half of my heart but the meanings are not lost on me, no I am aware of the definition of this feeling.
Short words joined spell
Breathless
The more I sink down
The less I need saving
Call me breathless
Breathless as I breathe in
Breathless as my lungs are filled between the words that form my ribs and crack my skull and bend my spine, and as our fingers intertwine, the oxygen spills forth from skin to skin and even my hands are having trouble staying study.
As life rushes in while, the world disappears and it all falls apart, while we fall in time with the rise of your chest and the downbeat of mine.
I am blessed with keening, sweet silence and through the clouds my mind is clear with the knowledge that there is nothing wrong with being breathless.