Love is so strange at this altitude

I crave going downtown
Feeling your hair follicles against my tongue
I want a cup of tea when I wake up
With nothing but your morning breath in it
I want your odor to stick to my clothes

I used to hate the quiet
Whenever we were together
I feared an awkward pause
Would bury our love alive
And now I crave the silence
I wait for a memory to cross your mind
One you’ve never told me about
A chance to get to know you again.

I love hearing you let guilt off your chest
I want to dive
Deep into the crevices if your shame
Planting seeds of love in every nook and cranny

I hope your life is a buffet of achievements
I hope you cross the mind
Of every person who wronged you
I hope the most beautiful men
Can’t help but look into your eyes
I hope the sweat dripping out of your pores
Is filled with confidence

Love is so strange at this altitude

I hope we have the discipline
To handle our love responsibly

No, we don’t need it
Every second
Every hour
Or every day

I hope our love is a sacred home
A holy departure
From the trials and tribulations
Of everyday life
An invincible field of comfort
Which we can always fall into

Wow, love is strange at this altitude.