Take me someplace where the air
feels always like the leading edge
of autumn, crisp, stirring emotions,
provoking restlessness.  
Permeate my lungs with longing
and my feet with an ache to go-
destination inconsequential;
secondary to movement and flow.
Take me to a time when my spirit bubbles
over like champagne frothing; leaves me
naked and glad.  We’ll leave
a trail of inhibitions, tossed in crumpled
piles, behind us along the way.
Every breath will whisper
that I am exquisitely,
undeniably
alive.

Take me there
It’s been a long time.