talk to me of soaring birds being
pulled skyward by whispers of string
flapping wings to pull them higher
bring me butterflies bouncing
around in some sacred, secret, dance
that only makes sense to them
clutch my hand in yours and pull it
close to your lips, your warm moist breath
sending shivers and twitches down to the
base of my spine
hold me firm as I stare deep into your eyes
feel the stutter and jump in the pit of my stomach
I have no wings or strings and I cannot
fly as high as you take me
spare me your siren’s song, i will follow you
to the the towering heights of forever
with the silent gesture of
your arms around my neck and an ever-so-soft kiss
glb /// “talk to me…”
originally published 07/30/2015
going sideways 
So beautiful.
Thank you very much