waterfall
i was sitting in your arms
thinking about nothing,
or maybe how nice your hands felt
against my warm skin.
and i looked up from my perch
(underneath the blanket)
to notice a waterfall, cascading through the silent cliffs
crashing down below to mix
with fish and streams and sticks.
i can feel you crashing in to mix
with heartbreaks and smiles and kisses.
please don’t break as waves.
i don’t want predictable,
if i did i’d go back to him
he’d tear me down again and again
like magic i fall from grace
until happy jess is gone without a trace.
maybe i’ve never wanted to float face down.
i fight the bending and the pull.
maybe i never wanted to float at all.
stop this physiological certainty.
suddenly, we all see beauty in everything.
and it’s like a drug to us,
observation of what is, or what could have been.
i don’t want to sit around
and thinking of you like a floating red balloon
that was something i could never quite reach
despite the fact that i was jumping up and down on earth
i don’t want to be grounded.
i want to float too
as your string, take me with you.