In that moment I truly felt you for the first time. Your breath rolling over my neck, your hands grasping my waist, I wanted to keep that still-frame forever. It felt invigorating, as if you were bringing life to the dead. You offered pulsating veins and hyperactive breathing in contrast to a world that only desires to watch its victims suffocate. I stole and absorbed every moment, like oxygen to spasming lungs. I became a maddened catalyst with an insatiable craving, driven by my new found ability to feel this breathless seduction. I tried memorizing every pore on your skin while I took you in. Inhaling as deeply as I could; I held you there in my lungs. But now that the end has arrived I only feel distance and empty space the product of reality, and carbon dioxide flooded veins Too afraid to breathe out in fear the air will have disappeared once again. Possibly forever.