i am falling into you

as i catch that lightning fast flash glimpse of you in the photograph from the reflection in the car, i am falling into you… and it seems that is always what i’m thinking of, as you look at me and i look up and there is all this sound of the air of the whooshing of us as our lives brush past each other, in friction and in silky smooth destiny, where there are seagulls, and there is life as it stays held lovingly by our comfort, and all of the ease that we have makes our hair float

i want to hold your hand