Free Falling

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 to “Free Falling”

  1. 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

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