Pressure,
On my lips
A fire rushing up
My cage is expanding
Tips skimming over the curve of my face
Tangled in my locks
I want to know
Where did the world go
My head tilts back
Gasping for air
The outer limit is only a quarter inch away
But your breathe is right here
All I can see
Is the view from you
Shiny parking lots
Falling jewels of laughter
Over cold grass
Shadowy ceilings
Dimmed floors
I met you
and felt consumed
And now
I remember
intensely
Every view
from you
In just
this little kiss