How High
Suck on unsound thorns and brandish rosy heads over me…
Five hundred bloody petals dance and quiver over me.
Arms stretch out and I spin to lift up towards the timid sun,
Spiral to Heaven, broken pencils hover over me.
Open hands cup and paddle through stars and milky way dark,
Knees bend and snap to feather kick the earth up over me.
Reeling up to the rising, toes drown in liquid crescent…
Dreaming through Beta blue, week-old fish bowls try to ground me.
Wish I could fall away, lose myself in timeless rapture,
Look up long enough to taste the rumors blushing over me.
Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker
