Thinking of When
I often think of when
I did not know – infatuated
with mystery; ignorant
of air and lift; wondering
if wings were something
magic –
time and distance, a carpet ride,
for endless exploration...the
slower the start, the more
thrilling...seeming “Bolero”
on imaginative-steroids – yet to solve
the enchantment of breasts
less revealed, and the intimacy
of what appeared above those dainty feet
and bare ankles, that rose and settled
in majestic puffs of skirt with each swirling
breath-full dance –
I hope that, when I get to
heaven, I will be pleasantly
surprised!~no castles and
roads of gold...just a lost
naivety to be reinstated
for a new, and equally delightful
clumsy try....
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