Visit me in the sky
where clouds look just like dirt.
In this delusion
I can tell myself how high up I want to be.

Visit me in the clouds.
We can plant flowers that will
suffocate on the tightness of the air.
We'll marvel in the splendor of the condensation
and the rainbow water droplets:
the color we can see but never touch.

Build with me a palace up to Heavan.
Construct with me
a muddy paradise
and inject me with oxygen so that we can survive.

Kiss me;
touch my chest with
muddy fingers.
Pull away and

succumb to gravity.