Fly with me he whispers as I open
my eyes and see only him.
I would go anywhere
as long as I am with you.
My feet have not touched
the ground since. Lifetimes
echo in his voice, in his touch -
lifetimes of belonging together,
belonging to each other.
Look at the clouds, see
how they welcome us,
part for us, caress us.
This is how it was always
supposed to be, you and me
high above the world.
Fly with me he says,
and I look to see I already am -
I have been
for as long as I can
remember.
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