Being with you is like coming up for air
From a world somewhere below
Where there is barely any oxygen.
And when we break the surface together,
The splashes of light and cool water
Reinvigorate us.
They show us that our lives are hidden,
Wrapped up neatly,
And, not so neatly,
In pieces deep within one another.
They wait to be discovered
Like the shimmering air pockets that
Wait for us to breathe them.
-jenn long
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