You will always part the air

it will forever be divided by your

head, torso and limbs

the floor—soft and forgiving

will always accept your body

as it lands with vigour and intent

this level surface must know of how

you look completely different

when you're on top of me

surely—it must be aware of the gravity

flattening my spine

and it must believe

in the grace and lightness

the air you carve landing

either side of me