The Night We Spun

This picture is by Ben Canales. You can see more of his images at The Star Trail.
This picture is by Ben Canales. You can see more of his images at The Star Trail.

The Night We Spun

When the sky rushes up to swallow my legs
two seconds are lost running on the rippling
flow, aiming for the dusty gap between two
bright spots of fluff and cotton, needle’s-
eye for the edge of whatever that is, bliss lost
in the circular pattern of light, visions, hallucinations,
mixes of the dizziness and reality. I am less
than the sky but the sky left bits in my skin,
they sparkle, and the spinning slows a tad just so
he can comet a kiss where star dust makes my smile shine.

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