pumping now,
firing simultaneous surrender.
the lines stray away leaving me dizzy
then the ground leaves me swinging
its fine here, with quick singing sighs flying by
quick to make my eyes whine,
but; on, forward, pursue, caress.
a stray kite tail kisses my regard,
a wayward bird questions my agenda,
a jet grunts its mechanic disagreements.
Still, firm, dancing, slipping into gravity's greed.
my hair disarray, my skin swept, my vision
new