• Inhale,
    I can taste the apprehension on my tongue,
    swirling in my mouth; it's bitter, with a hint of hope that is
    somehow brightened with your smile.

    Exhale,
    I can see my reflection in your eyes,
    bittersweet, uninteresting; it's unnerving,
    really, to see the image but not hear the thoughts,
    But I am calmed by your words.

    Holding my breath,
    I can feel my emotions suspended in the air,
    and I see now; it really is electric, enough to burn my skin
    if I could bear to touch it.

    Breathing around you,
    I can hear my heart pound, an uneven
    rhythm; jagged, just as my thoughts, with a hint
    of a smile that is somehow amused by your modesty.

    Breathing around you,
    I can smell the harsh scent of cigarettes hanging
    in the air; it's rough, with a hint of innocence that somehow seems
    too perfect for us to hold onto.