أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

i've learned, sometimes, it isn't about making you breathless, even though

such expressions, when undressed, are enough to ignite all fuel,

while it isn't time for our flight, just yet.

sometimes, it's just about the deep breaths, the inhalations, taking

moments, slowly, savoring

for as long as He gives them, not rushing, not merely release

in chasing,

rather the marinade on your skin, with time

comes full circle, the baking.

perhaps in these sometimes, it's refreshing, relaxing, 

cultivating anticipation,

on a frequency so vividly brilliant from life,

on a plane, in a Home, all worth having.

the highest goals have, at times, the highest of prices -

apartness, patience, restraint, reflection;

even as the selves or this life

we find taunting,

with the scorn of the instantly-pleased 

for the seemingly-infinite waiting.

but, to find you, in perfection:
with unbridled glory, joy, captivation..
these few 
days
or years, 
nothing more than dust, soon to fade,
when fruition He permits
us to taste, iA.