With our last kiss goodbye

I saw myself reflected in his eyes as

We promised to meet in our dreams.

Now,

He sings to me

While removing a mask

That purges toxic beliefs

And stale contracts

He dances with me

Overjoyed in his body and

Unafraid to bare his heart with

His generous smile close to mine

We rest together

I pull from my suitcase an incandescent sphere

Swirling with Venusian clouds, expanding

While I nestle in his protective arms

We talk on the phone

I say, “come to me, I’m on a floating, lush mountain surrounded by stars”

I think he will have to book a flight, but

He hurls a rope and begins to climb

Assisted by an angel who agrees

Our last kiss would not be goodbye.