Maybe we could be together

If two planes glanced at each other

Maybe we could be together

If two planes crossed each other

Maybe we’re touching each other

As mountains touch the grassy fields

Or narrow roads cross golden hills

As we descend upon the ground

With our legs wrapped around

Like lips meeting

Like planes landing

Like air rushing

But only the sound of

Breathing

We’ve landed where

Our feet can touch

And gravity makes

Our faces flush

Like lips meeting

Like planes landing

Like air rushing

But only the sound of

Breathing