He held me
The same way he held air
In between his arms .
I know I am a heavy mess
But in those arms
I was entangled and
I could fly .
I rose out from his shoulders
As his breath
And mine, he kept treasured
In his soft fist .
It's insane
The love which makes you fly
Wildly, all over unknown skies
And helps you make the world
A big happy home .
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