When I stride through clouds
I see a shadowless heaven
Carpeted with flowers.
I touch them and my fingers
Runs through your hair.
The deserts of my body
Are strewn with oases.
My hands are like a map
Of the Ganges. I rise
Above the stratosphere
I float in outer space.
The hollows between you body
Surrounds me like stars.
I am tied to the mast
My sweat trickles over you.
Free falling
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3 replies on “Free Falling”
I am tied to the mast.
I can’t get away from this line….perhaps because my BEing feels a little untied to my mast and I wish it to be firkin e more
I do suffer vertigo, yet dream I am free falling in life. I’m so full of contradictions :)
:) and I can see that having written my comment late! It was almost incomprehensible!