Tony Bush Poet Blank verse

Falling From Heaven

I hovered upon the rim 
of a de-realised precipice, 
on a peak that gouged the sky, 
held aloft the euphoric thermal. 
And dreamed of her in wakefulness, 
hands alive with tremor; 
bobbed the cascade of brown hair, 
China Doll eyes, agate, glint, 
the curled lash sweeping my cheek. 
Pink, the velveteen bow of her lips, 
skin, white pliant marble 
soft as milk, sweet as honey in 
the killing moon light. 
I loved her then, so much, and drunk 
with the Vodka of her breath, 
proclaimed such love and 
surrendered my only final ideal. 
The China Doll eyes, 
sightless with sad pity, closed, 
reciprocating nothing; 
opened to glimpse the illicit dark, 
watched me falling from heaven.

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