Rush

Many seas of clouds

I have traversed 

To be with you.

Flying at sub-zeroes, gasping for oxygen

Rushing past multitudes of lives,

Missing breakfasts, skipping sleep,

Weary, 

Only to live in the thrill of a takeoff,

The sheer promise of what could be.

That feeling, I find hard to describe,

It can be felt in the beats of my heart, 

And, the rush of my blood,

The dance of anticipation that begins from the moment I say goodbye,

To home, hearth, and ground below,

Till I feel the intensity of a thousand deep kisses,

With that rush against gravity, smiling.