We

No games this time
I come
Detached, free.
No baggage
No jaded
Cynical love
Nothing is too early
Or too late
No best time
No rules
Scared?
So am I.

High

Adrenalin pouring
The free fall a step away
Sensitivity rising,
Death neatly ordained
Gravel stinging my skin
Icarus without the wings

connections

A faint, lazy trill of a cuckoo
Wisps of white clouds
Rolling, Falling, Floating
It reminded me of you
No connection
Between you and the scene
Except they both touch me
Quietly, uninhibitedly
And leave me supremely
happy.