From this time to now

This time you are the
vibration in my pants
that quickens me.
The moment of elation
that could only come
from bending rain
arrives instead as
a pigeon's letter
while I struggle to
comprehend the effect.



This time you are-
but next time?
And after that?
What about the
many storms and quakes
that fall and go-
leaving me destitute?


This time you were
my shelter from harm
that cooled the burn
so torturously hot.



That was beautiful
wasn't it...
seems like so
long ago when I began
this climb I would choose
to press pause mid leap
and remain suspended.

You were there
weren't you
watching from afar
while I danced for you
like a jester.
Thought you were smiling
guess you were laughing
shouldn't have gone
on stage that night.

Cheers
darlin.