I clutch at the surface

and I think about pulling you with me

but I just want you closer,

not gone.

We're so different, 

you and I.

You with your cotton candy clouds,

and I, cutting across a blue diamond

as if I were one myself.

I clutch at the surface,

even thought I know

that I can't stay long.

I make my ascension

only to see you

with an excuse

that I need more air

when really, all you do

is just take my breath away.