I am caught in an inhale.
My tongue is breezily still,
fluttering with words
not allowed to be said
yet.
My teeth are
calmly worried
they will be too sharp
for the words
still crawling
out.
Everyone is whispering,
“Just hold it in a little longer.”
I am caught in an inhale
and I don’t know when I will let go.
Naphtalia 
lovely word flow.
enjoyed it.
keep it up.
well done…
welcome sharing your poetry with us, first time participants can share 1 to 3 old poems or poem unrelated to our theme.
have fun today.
keep up the excellence.
hope to see you in.
xx