you think

i dont want

to be

in that place

of sweating

holding

gasping

breathing

hard

between

our need

of fusing time

and time again

in geysers of

despair

calling

yelling

catching

fall –

in every flight

we take

in deep small sea

of warming

hearts

and gentle

moistened

grasp

i hold your face

as you hold mine

and fall

in love

again.