Bubbles

And I will write you like the poem that you are...

Carrie Rudzinski

 There is no up, nor down. Floating in ignominy. Cause I am the one that can think of just one thing. And that is you. I dared approach your eyes. And I now lay lost. Blissful endless continuum. There is no up, nor down. Cause dreams are mere stills if you ain't in them. Like blooming fields of tulips. Like crashing waves during a storm. I want you. In blue. As paper planes launching from the highest building in the city, tumbling down in currents filled with the voice of Aphrodite.

There is no up, nor down. I cannot lie and curl as I used to. Gravity betrayed me cause it is only you to whom it will listen, gracefully contorting it if you brush it with the tips of your left hand. All I do is close my eyes and hope. Hope for you to come close and close and close until your nose rubs against mine. And then I die cause that is how I feel when you kiss me. Transcending the nine heavens, flying amongst cherubs, bathed in daylight. I want you. I want you. Like Ahab wants the whale. 

Cause I am soap bubbles reflecting the Sun, bouncing in the wind when I am with you. Cause I am the sound of the last dying cello in an étude about a flying comet when I am with you. Have I said that I want you? Do you mind hearing it again? It don't matter I cannot reach you with my fingertips right now since, well, I can still feel you with the tip of my tongue. Filthy, lustful, I know. But honest. Cause I am soap bubbles. Reflecting the Sun. Bouncing in the wind. Floating towards you, my bear, my blood, my passion, my muse.