I softly push against the air
With tender feet
Apple blossoms in my hair
The spray of salt,
Swift and fleeting, reminds me
Of our presence in the world
Eyes closed to the sun
Three seconds above the earth
Floating over what has passed
Nothing came or was before this
Three seconds above the earth
Trance-the clap against the road
You’re dark and pale,
Ominous tonight
A click of doors
Pace my breath in each rapture
Small fears of twisted seconds
Eyes closed to the moon
Three seconds above the earth
Dripping in the night
Sink the cells that cause the future
Three seconds above the earth
I was taken in your vapor
And it was rapture passing through my being
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