tales of the Soul and its Sun

this sphere in me

gravitates to yours without thinking

(just feelings, trembling, and vibrating to the movements

of your molecules)

still sensing each thread of your fabric

between my fingers

each tilted beam of light that has marked my skin

with your touch,

searching for air

in the vastness of this cosmos

that lacks of oxygen,

these lungs filter with stars instead of crimson

these veins are filled

with fragmented daisies and poppy petals

all dancing in my system

on paved yellow bricked walls

that lead to the Sun

I have always yearned for

and that captivated my dreams for so long,

in your presence I find air

that doesn't just fill my lungs

I find air that reaches to the deepest corners

of my being

and fills it with relief

with new smells, and bright new colors

this sphere in me

gravitates to yours without thinking, without knowing

it calls you, it reaches out

knowing that it will not rest

until our spheres come once again as one