I say,
Tell me about the last person who
Made your voice catch in your throat.

I want to know them through you.

You say,
Tension peaked and you couldn't
Breathe.

I don't care that it wasn't me.

If I could find a hundred people, and
Bring each one home to
****** breath from your lungs,

I would do it every day.

The passion in your words is deep enough
For me to bathe in and
I want to soak for hours.

Tell me more.

When you talk of how your stomach twisted
Into celtic knots,
Your hands shake with recollection.

I am hungry.

You feed me romantic lines about
People I've never met, yet
I see their faces in your eyes.

You absorb everything.

Teach me what it's like to be
A butterfly in your gut
And a tremor in your fingertips.

Absorb me, too.