This thrill places
life in perspective
and captures the ecstatic
rush so fast
that it's not moving. It is not.

This is the moment when
bowled over we are
at the mercy (one hopes)
of whoever is willing
to grant us mercy. It is
so beautiful. I am shocked
and must
sing/dance/jump on my bed.

Jumping on
my bed, she has
gone to my head she has
definitely gone to my head like a
sugar rush or the
realisation that
reality is real and not instead
or otherwise. She's definitely gone
to my head she is she has I want

to climb up a mountain
and (once at the top)
throw myself off
and into the centre
of things like a leaf
in the wind or a shooting
star in the sky I want to
fly to fly to fly to

take flight.