oneironaut

"Ha ha ha!"
My arms splayed over the city; and its lights
The sound of the city-life below is lost up here.
There is only us, and the embrace of the music.
Aeronauts.

There is little keeping the joy from flinging myself over the edge
With wind-resistance to press against with my fingers as I plummet.
Every movement with weight and anti-force
Like water.

I send signals to spin,
wrap my arms anti-clockwise,
threaded bullet.

Then splayed out again; whirling in completely different directions;
head hung out an open car window.