I have only tasted one small morsel of the depths of love, and I cannot pull away.
I have only seen a glimpse into your world, and I cannot look away.
To only lean over the edge and look down is not enough.
I lean. I leann. I leannn. And then I fall.
Falling, falling, and I can only relish in the freedom of having neither ground nor sky to place me or tame my body.
I spiral through the breeze and hurl towards the nothingness, riding wave after wave of a gust of wind, my blood swirling and carrying me closer to you as I fall, fall.
My heart releases itself of normal rhythms and fills with only light and motion, healing.
With eyes closed, I see only the brightness that surrounds my mind, feel only the lightness in my chest, hear only the wind whirling, embracing, safe.
To WJH, for being the most real thing I have ever experienced
