Tuesday 16 March 2010

mesmerised

by stepladder skies, i rise,
intrigued as silver sighs expose the
geysers of ice.

they steam-scream with release
and i visualise suspension
in freedomsong flight.

in a timeless second i nose-dive,
expel air and share my body
with the ground.

scissor-like, i sever,
and let hips thrust as needs must
come willfully unbound.

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