I take a breath from you.
You take a breath from me.
Blood hits free,
its spark’s beating.
Wonderful whistle of wings
feels.
The body’s going numb
and doubts the fairy light.
My soul was with me
during the journey.
I can feel
the whistle of wings.
You’re here
with me.
I cuddled out from you
all, that is good for me.
I look back.
The step hurts me.
The wonder
has to be
seen,
lived through,
believed,
and known.
I’ve left there
a piece of myself.
Your memory
can recall
the thin,
delicious,
soft,
warm
breath.