Friday, September 24, 2004

Target

No surprise this strike of stone
that knocks me from airborne Path
in downward dizzy drunk delicious
spirals
breathless
stomach dropping
rise
repeat
to land
and shatter into tinder kindling
(sprung sudden to ignition).

Rise recreated
from my burnt out passion
flutter into flight
until heartstruck
I fall again.

14 September 2004 (#19)