The same effects that bring
You to me, in the words we say,
The way we say it, and how
It hovers, still and structured
Through the atmosphere.

Words, effortlessly placed,
Cold tweezers and shaking
Fingertips, as if God himself
Placed each cloud simply to cover
The blemishes sought for on
Sunny days in the sky.

This force, lifts me. To you.
Aeroplane, cabin norms, box dinners
Above the blanketing words.
You tell me hello.
My body regains its grounds
As we reach our highest altitudes.