She falls from a building, spreads her arms, half expects wings to shoot from her back but the realty is
She falls, gravity being her governor,
In her mind she was free falling, saw the rosy imaging of the winds caresses
Her wings were a mental disfiguration of free will and twisted judgment of real love
Tried to find it while falling, flying
Nearing towards the end, she finds herself looking upward, sees her lover falling after her
Reaches towards what he thinks is his sanctuary, his lovely haven of silky skin and mounds of sweet flavor
The girl frowns
Looks towards the end
Sees her desire waving from below
Wishes she could fall faster,
And when she does, when she does reach the end
She and her lover-- broken by desire
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Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
