If I may trickle down your lips
forgive my careless path.
Reaching to the floor
I may
seem void of any goal..
but the bottom is my destiny
and your lips; great cliffs.
I am mid drum beat;
floor a tight skin
waiting
for the last beat of my heart
to explode,
evaporate
On it's hot surface.
From the ground where your feet touch,
skim and creak;
the shadow of your body
like a slim trunk,
birch skin sways
birds take off...
I twist around
these flighted
specks in pupils
distant,
farther..
in a whistling plummet;
Splashing down.