Grounded

I rode the whispers of her words,
a wafting glide across the sky,
which shined in her cerulean eyes.

My heart felt weightless
within the breath of love,
gasping and moaning,
taking me aloft
far from that prison in my soul.

How she wove her angel feathers
around my mind,
softly and seductively sending me soaring
upon a current of exhaled, euphoric sighs.

As a bird enraptured, I caught the winds
within my dreams,
thinking she was holding a magic carpet
sailing us to an air
where we would never feel the soil
stain our lives with muddied days again.

But I didn’t know how for her
this was just a hot air balloon ride,
a thrill adventure she had taken before
and when the moment came
when my being a passenger
lost its lure in her mind,
she just pushed me out
without a parachute.

Fortunately the feathers that had grown
from thinking I could truly fly
made my descent slow and merciful,
grounded, but this time
not thinking anyone
could make me impervious to gravity.