Feet in the Air

Shown in a mirror, a place for us
Both to stand under - our secret

I've lost my way
Feet in the air, head entwined
All because of your whistling breath
Whispers sifted and taken as given
In attraction which bears children

As signs of your Self,
Second hand things that don't grow you harvest -
Amazement pinned to a suit which someone else imagined;
It doesn't suit you.
As signs of your self; Look what I do!
Look, What you've done!

No space for time to stand
Nor emission of gifts
No place for us both to stand under
And understand each other