The Man who is Air

I am air
the opiate
shaped by your gestures.
I invade your lungs
like a lover
giving life, become
drawn into the tanks
of divers &
blown into balloons
let go by children
with fire in their eyes.
Drifting through drops of ocean,
I am spread faster than a cancer
and leave the leaves of plants
to journey hemispheres &
carry the whirl & trill
of music to ears,
lighter than feathers.
I hear the tree fall
and make it known. I,
who am air
push up against your breasts
move through your legs
grazing the surface of parting lips as. . .
petals. I go down deep into you
where love is found.
I am the man who is air.