When looking at you
and I fail to speak-
produce the perfect words-
know that it's not out of reluctance.

Instead    -     know,
the air in my lungs has fled.
My heart has begun clawing its way
through my chest, begging to feel your
blood fill its chambers. Goosebumps
wave across my skin as it yearns
for your touch. My eyes
well, your beauty
surreal.