Riding
Riding
a ship on stormy seas,
it feels like I’m flying;
Always on a trapeze
I leap and keep laughing;
I’m loud,
and spontaneous too;
More than a little proud,
after all I’ve been through;
I walked on fire then bowed;
I’m spiked
energy on the waves;
Their gravity hitchhiked
now it never behaves;
Roughly tumbled left jacked;
Coffee
after the longest night
tasting that moonlit sea;
Baby, just hold on tight,
I was made for crazy.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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