unhooked

I 

float
inflated by the breath of Desdemona
and
whispers uttered from lips chapped by
truth & mango salsa
untethered
no copper wires hooked into skin thin & forgiving
objects seen from Venus
appear
smaller & more harmless than they do
in
mirrors
and other shiny things
winds define the welter
as
movement smells of dandelion snow & blackbirds
buoyant & sustained 

I am the rising
and
the fall . .