Balloon Animal

You pursed your lips against mine

Filling my mouth with intimate ideologies

My lungs becoming buoyantly bohemian

Until I was floating off the ground, head in the clouds

So full of life, so full of yearning

Contorting myself in a natural twist into the shape I was always meant to take

My truest form, my realest self

Knowing one day I’ll pop,

But living for now to see the wonder in your eyes