THE JOYFUL RAVAGES OF GRAVITY

The joyful ravages of gravity

If I could only harpoon her love again,
sweeten the flower scent and
collaborate with the moon,
we would both look up, witness
the comet and its dance,
shield ourselves with an apostrophe of giggles,
and dwell in the surreal happiness
we´d only ever remotely understood
in our struggles with gravity.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s