Foothold on the sun

My heart sings as I walk on springs, With foothold on the sun, unburned. Your love fills my heart, my soul, My whole being. I swim in love – I fly without wings. Joy clings to my feet, Gratitude fills my mouth. So I sing, I dance in the air, My claps echo with harmony. Happiness knows no rival Since you arrived with your love. Your touch feels like gripping an eel – Indescribable electric waves Race through my veins, A rave of rhythmic faves Throbbing like thunder through speakers, Flooding my head… But like a moth crawling aimlessly, My mind searches for the calm you disturbed With just one flash of your anger. Now, whenever I see you, Trepidation floats alongside the joy That your love always brings. You divide me into separate parts – Love and unlove – Revealed by the shape of your mouth, Sometimes curving into smiles, Sometimes twisting into spite. Yet both come from your heart, That loves and unloves in equal measure ~ A skill I have learned without a teacher. Your love blooms like a flower with no petals, Its pollen scattered on silent leaves Where butterfly wings brush softly, But their proboscis cannot probe. Still, it shines brighter than any other in the garden – A garden where love visits only on holidays, When bees hum and scatter in confusion. .............................................................................. Contest: juxtaposition Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh Contest Judged: 7/13/2025 10:10:00 PM Poem placement: Third