Flirting With Certainty

Lately I've been flirting with someone so vicariously,

I probably should subdue these fantasies,

But who could deny the reality of our small,

Existence and the rarity it is to wake and breath,

A heap of air that floods the lungs, greeting every sac,

The very act of which is rarer than being in the 1%,,

You don't need consent to do this, nor to roll out of,

Your warm tethering to sleep, but you do,

And every instance of such is to flirt with,

The individual you avoid, for which I can say,

Be grateful for the rarity, and accept the certainty,

That one day you'll kiss this individual...