Footloose

Footloose I fall
through blue and cloud,
slip
into nothing.
Buildings turn
into tombs,
smelling of favourite flowers,
the perfume soothes.
Willingness injected
into limbs
to let go.

I spread-
an eagle,
a phoenix
even an angel.
Hands and feet
equal wings.
No nest to rush into.
No young ones to feed.
I breathe
the sky,
the passage of airplanes,
and touch
kites.

I-
threadless,
needless,
carry on this flight
into forgetfulness.
The earth far away
and yet
far ahead.
Not afraid
to crash.
Not afraid
of the mess.
Wish of death,
the pure breath,
thoughts evaporate
from pores of skin,
crawling out of the body
hair, finger, nails.
Dislocated
dislodged
set free.

I remember
nothing,
only
the deepest
of all feelings,
the soul
of the meaning.
Artificial skin
shedding,
in this dawn of all dreams,
the sun rising.

The woman waking.
Her eyes
perceiving.

August 2011.