Novices Our love stands on stilts twisting weaving struggling to maintain balance a strong wind could tip us a pulsating bass could trip us.
Eye to eye but yet so high wobbling.
Trying to find our footing if we lean to close we are bound to stumble and fall.
But your breath so sweet kerosene beneath my wooden feet ignites the fire too hot to handle. Have you ever tried taking off your clothes when eight feet high?
**** the stilts she cried and in mid air embrace rotating in ****** embrace the stilts were gone my legs were gone circling each other round and round We fell Calling for that one true sound.
In simultaneous bliss a holler a harkens Link's Zelda song a lightening storm we screamed for the sound of our exquisite joy and far too fast we crashed to the ground.