she leans into the wind,
feeling her gravity tilt,
the world trickle into sparks
the whistling burrows
into her ears,
the sun streaks grandiosely,
leaving glowing pockets of flesh
like gold sweetened with wine
as the warmth hits
the side of her face,
and she smiles, grinning mischievously
as gravity encases her and she falls,
head first towards the mossy, steaming earth
a cool mists roll through valleys,
and as she banks into total darkness
she climbs through only to find
her hair whipping like fire,
her muscles taught with life
and eyes bright as silver
as she soars through the skies,
finding her haven was waiting, patiently
beyond the trenches
of defeat