send me a prompt and i’ll write you a poem
The mist in my lungs weighs me down
Are we really lonely if there’s two of us though?
She found wind in your soul and called it home
"It’s true that fresh air
is good for the body”
and as she skips between lungs
caressing lips, noses
inhaled, exhaled into fragments
cusped between perfect strangers
she whispers "this is our body"