Falling, Thunderstorms, and Wax Raindrops

Even though I crashed long ago, I'm still falling for you :]

So come and let yourself stand

Out with me in the wind and sing soft

Rain down from the free floating bruised-cheek clouds,

And make hot lightning rise from the heat of the moment,

And dance across my skin

When you look at me while I’m watching you.

And we both see someone who has not now

And has not ever, forever;

I always knew it would be you.

 

And we both flew through

Ourselves to get here, when

Flying meant falling while

Dropping everything that’s too light

Hearted and well meant to float.

You don’t know it but I watched you folding the world

Into melting wax wings to set upon your shoulders….

You know I’ve seen you carry heavier still,

And smile.

 

Smile while carrying that grin

When it took chewing through your

Hopes and melting wings on your lips for any feelings to register

In heartbeat lines along your earthquake arms.

So lift off your shoes and fall…

I want to stay here with you for a while.

Feel the air rushing up between your toes and laugh

Like you do sometimes when the only light lighting you

Comes from the alarm clock as the numbers read

“I need you”

In bright green echoed off my hope for an even brighter tomorrow.

 

See, that storm stopped long ago,

Just as the grey edges of my world shoot out farther

And farther every time I feel your smile,

Until I can almost see myself seeing

Past my better tomorrows and outside

Myself when I look like looking

Just a little further.

Maybe then I’d get free from bouncing between my heart

And the mirrored backs of my eyes,

Arms swept up in the pulse repetition that’s

 Lost like waves in an ocean bordered only by itself.

 

 But you always have helped hold my face up

Past the busted joint clouds,

And your helping hands have always held up more than just my heart

For as long as you’ve helped my fall

Free and in love with you,

Laughter thick like rolling dough between your fingers,

Fingertips tight with the expectation of heat.

 

And I feel like a rough callous on a hard hand

Made otherwise smooth through soft touch

And better points than I would ever

If only hope to argue alongside you.

I feel like these lines in our hands stretch out much farther than our best memories

And much, much deeper than our heaviest thoughts.

Shining sharp, over so much short space.

 

The wind from your better

Days to come blows wax-mold

Tear drops across my open hands,

And I stand outstretched and upturned:

Overstretched and turned out from the creaks in my bones I don’t have yet,

But hoping to someday feel the fireplace alongside all of our rocking chairs.

While the wind pushes us back and forth.

Help me to hold up umbrella sail cloths

And float free in storm-clad Outside,

Our lives rocking into a free form tornado

Cold casted out of the pulse of Sunrise, Sunset.

I feel it in the air between you and I,

As the good-luck thunder and best-wishes wind heart bang us together,

And over the worst-case cliffs we never wanted to see,

But always wanted to climb over.

 

Even now as we fall heart first,

And the smashing impact as heart walls meet

Thunders through my one armed wing,

I can still only hear one beat.