Tuesday, April 28, 2015

suspend . . .














this bamboo-boned suspension bridge
spans the distance 
between

hovering amongst
constellations of heliotrope & fireflies
best visible after dusk resting timeless against the violet
it hurts to hold on this tight
with arms reaching wide wider widest 

the fire-burn of the heliotrope tickles my palm

i stand upon the weathered beams & breathe in
the 
crisp 
scent 
of you
to linger upon this bridge allows the sureness to pierce my skin
and wake the knowing that is my heart's cymbal-clapping monkey

it hurts to hold on this tight

but sometimes it's like that

to risk the fall 
to 
allow the suspension of love
to light the way home ......

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