you were like a flower
always making me smile
with your sweet messages
that were as vibrant as prisms
somehow sensually aromatic.
I loved watching you unfold.
you were gone.
I keep working on my inversions mostly because
I don’t know which way is up or down anymore,
so I figure I should practice handstands.
It’s like constant swirling.
Like a whirlwind with flower petals everywhere,
even when I’m in my car…
the windshield wipers have to brush them aside.
and kaleidoscopic rainbow tunnels
that I just want to climb inside and become lost.
I can only spend a little bit of time there and
sometimes, I confess,
I try to wish it away because I am afraid I would fly away.
It’s like when you fall in love.
I am getting used to being upside down,
so maybe that’s good for something.
definitely good for my circulation,
and maybe, eventually,
there won’t be an up or a down.