Love is in the air

Love in the air

tippy-toeing in from the edge of a cliff
high up, above the known world
i gasp for air from the high altitude

on the closed in, circular face of the cliff
an impervious bubble floats enthusiasticly
waiting for me

amused by its dazed simplistiy
i touch it softly, lightly, subtily, gently
it reacts shockingly

the bubble sprouts outward towards me
and in all directions at the same time
chilled by this i try to push it back
it continues to develope its whole
while perserving its shape

i run around it, looking for a whole to squeeze
as the space between me and the edge over my shoulder becomes limited
i freak the fuck out

before i know it
the bubble traps me in a squeeze on the edge
i try to hold on to the bubble
but it is impossible

i curl my toes tightly to hold on to something, anything
but the bubble continues to proliferate
i dig my toes deeper into the edge's earth
as my fear becomes prenatal

i swallow the reality of the fall i would partake
i think only of my fate

suddenly, as if out of thin air
a dove flies by my sights lucidly

the only thought the dwells in my mind now
is that fate will find me as i am
and bless me with wings

though, knowing this is out of touch
i grab hold to certainty
and falling becomes accustomed to me

the space between myself and the earth far beneath me
becomes the appropriate ending
it even becomes desired

the dove flies off into the sunset
leaving me to the comfortably unavoidable