losing grip

he danced in the most beautiful ways
the clarity and capacity
to melt me into pure and
unadulterated bliss

reduced i'd take my time
to enjoy the quiet solitude
my inner demons
held away by the
feeling healing and
nature of his presence

my tendency to retreat
and trek alone held
against the dam of his
admirable determination to see it through

collapsing  against the weight,
no, the wait
of it no longer
releasing

its grip suffocating each of us
and what we couldn't see at the time
we lost cabin pressure
we lost our breath

and we never quite caught up
to an altitude that afforded us time to
lick our wounds recover and wonder
joyously how we made it

and now that it's passed
i sit alone craving the connect
the opportunity to melt again
into quiet
into you