caught in the back of my throat

ballooning between my lungs

i learned i love you under the wings of an airplane passing by do you think those passengers understand

and i want to see you in front of a mountain it’s grandness towering behind you accentuating the wanting brown in your eyes

then there’s the after party when that red light hits your face and the corners of your eyelashes touch as if holding hands

and i pass by that place you signed your name in graffiti where we ran from the thought of letting go

i like when our hips touch and your chin points toward my heart it’s the simplicity of this dance so delicate you hold me tenderly and i imagine you in front of that

bulking mountain again your hair falling across flushed cheeks

beckoning me