A Pocket of Air

Were this morning our last,
Pack me a parachute;
I would give anything
For a pocket of air.

The heat blisters my back.
How the hell can I choose
This black-billowing death
Or these strange wings of fear?

How could I get so lost
From you when I just woke
This morning, kissed your breast,
Your quiet breath so near?

What was the need to rush
Our coffee and toast;
We could have stayed in bed –
Was there not time to spare?

This last summer at dusk,
As we drove up the coast,
Falling to sleep, I said,
Wake me when we’re there.

I’d never felt so close –
I woke as the moon rose
On the sea just for us,
The night frozen and clear.

Now the city flies past
So fast that I can’t catch
My breath, falling to earth,
As I fell for you, dear.

My head’s light and thoughts, soft...