It’s like being lost and becoming found,
all in one brief moment of stillness.
Having the world at your weathered fingertips
but clenching your fist instead
in the hopes of holding onto a feeling.
It’s when I breathe deep, and you
You are at the end of my breath.
Returning it to me, filling me up.
Extracting any air of emptiness
Consuming a void I didn’t know I’d had
Taking a trip to a place that only exists in an alternate universe,
where I am floating through time with no relativity
And you return to me, your breath.
Inflating my lungs
It’s a century, if just for a second
A world of questions answered in a mystery unsolved.
It’s a kiss
Strong enough to lose yourself in,
safe enough still
to have become found.