Rarefied Air
There are spots
yet to be kissed
corners still awaiting
further exploration,
the space between
your heart and mine
collapses, inward
time stands still, we
collide in the most
beautiful, natural way
if you start to fall
I will drop pressure
fill our cabin with
oxygenated air
my lips pressed
to yours, so you
may breathe in
my soul, it burns
white hot in the
sky of your very
being
Let’s write sonnets
in the stratosphere
and dance and play
in rarefied air
I will meet you there
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Essential Rumi
