A candle will surrender its oxygen, if only she stands close enough.
A single inhale (hers? mine?) should not create a vacuum
should not dim the light
A single touch of her fingers on my arm should not send sparks
ought not create a fire
dominos of electrons
Her glance, paused in my direction
should not create days of dreams
How can you speak when you cannot breathe?
Hours later, breathless still,
words above in italics from Topaz Winters