Heady Practice : Day 5 #100daysofwriting

The air is heavy
With incense
Promises
And little flecks of memory

I see you
Bending
Stretching
The arch of your neck
So familiar to me
Yet light years from my touch

I forget to breathe
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Our synchronized worship
Of the hidden sun
Brings us close
And then away

Muscle moves bone
In smooth flow
I'm out of breath
Can't touch my toes
You are chiseled perfection
You are river
You are memory
Of sunshine love
Of forever promises
Of youth

I bow with you
Hide my ruby cheeks
And just remember
To forget.