Writing
Special
Brushing rain from my face, bathwater running my heartbeat
Soft in my chest like the fall of certainty, the fall of nearness, this is
What I do, how I deal
The sun bursting over the rooftops and dazzling my eyes,
Pulling through 20, 30, 40 100 up and up we are
Flying, really, truly we are soaring light as the air
We are where we want to be and my mind
Spins round and my pulse rate drops I am burning burning burning
Burning away the world and my shoulder blades and red nails lean in
Smiling
Laughing
Whispering of things to come, this is what I do
How I deal, how I share my nervous misery when I feel
So alone
And strangely
Too crowded.
I need want have need a secret to keep
To make me
Special and
Beautiful and
Laughing confidence in pretty colours
The light perfection you are my
Perfection and I will be
Where I want to be
Through you.
June 7, 2006