The cool wind breezes past my bare skin
My arms breaking out in goosebumps
As my cheeks flush in the chill,
My stomach drops, for I realize
The height of my suspension
These clouds below my feet
Have all the qualities of my heart
Moving quickly, ever changing shape
This rushing feeling in my chest
Never slowing its pace or flow
And I, the origin, sighing
For I put myself here at this height
Suspended above my world
Unable to see your eyes or smile
Unable to read what lies beneath
As I struggle to find the meaning, the words
The clouds seem further away, tinier
Until I reach that height
Where I can no longer breathe the air
And my mind leaps into survival mode
How can I come back down to you
If I can't seem to remember the earth
The muddled smell of people,
The sticky feel of the mud,
The slow curve of your hand on my hip,
Like fog blanketing quickly over the forested hills.