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....