Seven minutes in heaven
and I’m underwater when
you let go, choking to hold

that hand, to wrap my body
and spirit around the breeze
of your palm, how its shadow

falls over me, how it fell
when we ran from love to live
in our minds and burned down our

hearts, those fragile homes, a warmth’s
blessing of mouths pouring out
kisses, a shouting of near-

misses trying to kill us
before the constellations
undid their belts and let us

in, offering shelter in
the sanctuary of god’s
dwelling, fallen stars never

wanting to leave the storied
holiness of this mountain,
the sanctity of this place,

an eternity in your
embrace, and I’m drowning since
ending up being alone.