Skimming the surface
Of a sweet thought
Dissecting it
Ever so slowly
So
That
It does not
Become stale.
In my mind,
Rewinding.
In my mind,
Replaying.
In my mind,
Remixing,
This sweet thought
So that
It does not touch the ground.
Just as I did as a child with a balloon,
I’m bouncing this sweet thought
from wall to wall
My skin, warm.
My hair, static.
My heart, beating.
Raking the surface of this sweet thought
Just as I did as a child,
I  am jumping in a pile of leaves--- for
This thought makes its quite easy to fall.