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I was lost in the air

for many years now, first I came

in the form of grape and the

men would drink me

with breakfast if they

were hard or wanted

to be left alone.  I spilled over into midday

as well-water, embracing the dust

when I was carried over long distances and then

at night, at first I was grappa, then ouzo,

then arak and finally, I became air and watched

when two lovers met, I was between their

eyes and then their finger tips

and finally the tiny hairs at

the edges of their cheeks, hovering

just micro seconds

away from total bliss.