You could put it down
as youthful folly, or spit out
the hackneyed line about
pride and what goeth after.
It's true, I over-reached,
wanting to limitless kiss
the sun's crisp lips.
I did hold her glowing cheeks
firmly in my palms
for one exquisite breath.
Can you, rocking there
in your comfy prison,
say the same?
There comes a time to sit
astride clouds and burn off
the waxy buildup of childish things.
The weightlessness before
the plunge feels
like it will never end,
but, I can tell you, it does.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
You could put it down
as youthful folly, or spit out
the hackneyed line about
pride and what goeth after.
It's true, I over-reached,
wanting to limitless kiss
the sun's crisp lips.
I did hold her glowing cheeks
firmly in my palms
for one exquisite breath.
Can you, rocking there
in your comfy prison,
say the same?
There comes a time to sit
astride clouds and burn off
the waxy buildup of childish things.
The weightlessness before
the plunge feels
like it will never end,
but, I can tell you, it does.
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