Gazing at you,
scenery fell away,
exposing the edge of the world,

Mist roiled and clouds boiled,
Serpents, sky, space, and sea,
appear behind your eyes,

I took your hand,
leaned to you,
in a rush of wind and gravity,
accelerated breathless.

But you were not alarmed,
you smiled, sparkling,
and I realized,
I was not falling,
I was flying.

01/29/2014

Posted on 01/29/2014
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