𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

He’s speaking

We

As in French

Through the acid rain

Our bodies didn’t get drenched

& even when everybody’s jumping at us

Neither one of us would flinch

Because we’re grounded by each other

& they never got the hint

Alluring fragrance

Passionate scent

Realizing an Arch Angel

From the Heavens

I was sent

Lucky number 7

Destination is fixed

Cruising through the clouds

Giggling

Sweet joyful sounds

Rose to breathe Air

Earth brought me back to the ground

Where our love was found

Gracefully floated down

So our landing didn’t make a sound.