cartwheels

This place feels like a conversation

Of words we have never spoken

I hear your breath tumbling past your teeth,

Cartwheels of sweet air

And I want to capture every piece

For the days in between,

The moments in between,

The eternity inside my head

Release a fragment of you into my nostrils

And taste your life on my tongue

The end result of a journey through your bloodstream

I am jealous of your breath

I wish to be that sacred air

which maps your veins

And follows the miles laced through your flesh.