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 tight
so with arms reaching wide, the fire 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 hearts cymbal-clapping monkey
it hurts to hold on this tight
but sometimes it's like that,
to risk the fall & allow the suspension of love
to light the way home ......

2 comments:

  1. Oh so lovely, Susie. You surely are one of the best love poets around.

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