Inebriation from air,
I concur.
Meeting us, each other, together,
on another day.
I am flattered.

The air is dense-
thick, but consistent.
Is it just me?
Or did I see it in the sky-
The only blue around,
Residing in your eyes-
Placed so delicately upon the iris,
Despite the vain of overcast.

Now, visibility vanquished,
There is a sea of fog to see-
Bliss and mist.
Fate. Sedation-
We meet again.
Welcome to the palette of torture-
Please, the pleasure of meeting,
It all belongs to you.

Expect nothing,
But heed this warning;
Even the slightest grin is just enough
To amount adequate energy to glisten sight.