turtlesandbirds
You furrowed a brow as you hooked up the belay. Pulled on it hard, twice, for good measure. You nodded up at me in confident approval as you took a balanced stance, as if to say, "Ready yet?" I smiled politely, barely registering the safeguard you put hold on me.
I rushed to the towering ragged wall. I held on fast to the first dark green rock to my right, and with a breath, my foot followed through, up and up without a glance back.
Ah that creamy sinful delight in my mouth.
Melting under my tongue, the sun beating behind my neck.
Tropical weather and light laughter.
My sister paying for my bills
And the bottle of Jack
At 12 in the afternoon,
I miss you
When will you apologize
Again, over salmon and breeze.
That space that is yours
Not that it is
Time and again
What is needed
That is needed
In a rush of space
And time slipped
Slipping
Today I danced. I felt what music could do. Feel, soar and dive and writhe and all of those explosions of bad and good and bad in the good. I danced and it was ugly and it was beautiful, and it felt like an unending flight.