melted

breathing between weak beats

with the magic you spark in me, i wish i could create a little bubble just for the two of us. we could drift to the bottom of the sea, able to see the scenery from a different perspective. the spherical form that a bubble takes leaves us with no ground to stand on, so we slip.
fall into my arms, or let me fall into yours. accidents are easier than the truth - i want to be closer to you. a smile emblazoned, you tell me that we can take things slow. falling from the heavens must hurt, but with nobody to ameliorate your aches, the pain persists. to be assertive in ensuring your recovery must be my destiny.
the things i am scared of, hurting me, hurting you. being as unsure as i, just reaching my hand out seems an insurmountable task. to be unmistakably yours, fingers intertwined in physical harmony. i can see why you crave it, but my fear takes precedent, preventing me from taking the step forward. to reach you, to connect in new ways. in a bubble where we are all our surroundings, you could still run away.
initiative has never been your style. i have accidentally spooked you, but i hold steadfast to you, gripping onto the mane of you, my main steed, i steel my gaze and watch as the world whips by at the speed of light.
in the bubble, we conserve air by breathing within the weak beats, unaccented passing tones as i take your hand in mine, an appogiatura as my heart rate raises. if you were to whisper sweet nothings to me, i doubt i would have the heart to chastise you for wasting your breath. i myself am breathless at the thought of you that close, that still, that sure. beyond my reach whilst right in front of me. if you were to breathe air into my lungs, connecting us with a kiss, i doubt i would have a reason to push you away.
let me feel the breeze of your sigh against mine. alone together, bubbling over.