Saturday, 28 October 2017

The pedestal

It's kind of like bouncing on a seesaw
Except I'm always grounded
And you are always in the air

It's kind of like bird spotting
Except you are the bird
And I'm always watching you 
Far away watching you
Worshipping you in the air

It's kind of like a religion 
Except you are my God
Except you are my meditation 
When I get on my knees to worship 
Trapped in your church 
Like a domesticated pigeon 

I'm not in the air 
I'm on the ground
Looking up at your beautiful face
Always loving you
Loving you in the air 






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