passion
i should be the one
to lean on picnic blanket
with head in lap
to in the darkness make
eight red tracks on skin
soft
i want to paint naked bodies green
with swirls of gold on breast
to be drunk on wine that isn't there
to go wild amongst the trees
when sparks turn to arcs
electric is shared
energy unites
in silence passion speaks
and i wait there
i can wait forever
with the patience of the sand
i know that one day you will come
and we will be desperate like that
charged with the heat of the dragon
who lies coiled up around your spine
he waits like me
to rise
to strike
to blast a hole through the top of your head
to let it all out
to let it all in
high rise
i could just fall out of this window right now
and i'm almost sure
i would float all the way down
and land on my feet on the ground
all the way from the 24th floor
falling like a piece of paper
i'm really pretty sure
gravity is but a theory
it isn't real
i only think of it now as a story
i heard once long ago
should i let myself fall
notice i said fall and not jump
that is important
should i let myself go
or will gravity return to me
it would be so much fun to float
waft on the breeze
catch an updraft
and really flow
after the end
i can see it there - off in the distance
a straight line away
and i just laugh and laugh
it was all so silly
and yet i am still afraid
funny - funny story
so terrifying that it makes me scream
out loud but in a whisper
so i don't wake them
after the end
washes away the tears and the pain
i'm left to wonder
where did it all begin
but there is no answer
for there is no question
just a single track
and this fast train
the conductor takes my ticket
the conductor has no name
ashes floating time stands still
voices crying crying shrill
and there on the track
dead ahead 100 meters
a wall built up sturdy - blocking the way
we are going to slam right in
50 meters 25 10
boom
whispers pieces shattered
and the peace of one fine day
you remember this well
where the two of you
were determined to have a good time
your heart was in it
because you knew it was important
the best chance you'd ever have
way up there in skyworld
you wore the paper crown
in the sunset purple clouds
of the sunshine aqua waves
and the fluffy surfing foam
you played in the sand
and you swam and swam and swam