Beneath Autumn's azure heavens,
lying in a sea of heather
I beside thee, inhaling together
(how strange to be breathing under the sea)
essences caught in the heady wind's plea.
A stray, singular whisp of a cloud alone in all of the heavens above us holds all of our attention.
such winds rush
over and into your lips, as you hush
me with a finger over mine.
Such draws over and into your lips
suspends time
as a lark flies across the azure endlessness -
then is released as you sigh,
"This..."
I smile and nod.
"...is perfect!"
you finish.
A moment later
a vague recollection of some need for breathing
returns,
as from some past life or already fading dream.
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