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 ......
