Breath plumes,

Hot and fast

Silver frost.

Yet.

You're suffocating

Hands tremor,

Clenched tight

White knuckles.

Yet.

You're paralyzed

Tongue dances,

Haphazard stagger

Stumbling syllables

Yet.

You're mute

You can't breathe

You can't move

You can't speak

Yet.

You're required

To flourish.

I want to

Have my breath

Caught in your eyes,

I want to

Awkwardly

Smash shaking hands,

I want to

Muffle my giggles,

Illuminated by your text

At two in the morning.

I want you.