Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
In every waking moment
and coloring my dreams.
your human scent floods my senses
and widens my eyes.
You are found.
You are the question, and the answer.
The truth & the mystery.
you make my flight or fight response freeze —
Frozen, I await your warm body
to thaw my motions.
emotion running strong.
Passionate heat courses through my system.
Want, to need– for all of you;
I am yours in all I do.
Here we are,
Prepared to fly,
A feat our ancestors dared not imagine,
How ordinary the deed has become
For simple humans,
Who hurry to their terminals,
With worries of time and mortality,
Overlooking the impossibility that they are breaking,
In flight like angels taken to the heavens,
Higher than the birds and bees,
Far above the maple, oak and evergreen,
Being Gods in their own right,
Using mind to engage in
Flight.
She of Letters 